Race Report: Strawberry Fields Duathlon
Strawberry Fields Duathlon 3/25/07
Oxnard, CA
2 mi. run/13 mi. bike/3 mile run
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Event description/explanation:
Flat out-and-back run, 13 mile bike race (loop) through strawberry/flower fields, flat out-and-back run. Earlier this year I decided on the duathlon rather than the tri, because last year's event had swim problems. The currents were so strong that elite age groupers were being swept down the coast, unable to reach the buoy off shore. Event planners had to cancel the swim portion at the last moment. Rather than risk such currents so early in the season, I signed up for the duathlon. My worries were unfounded, as the surf was fine and the weather was overcast, but pleasant. (I don't have exact split/transition times yet, but I did look at my watch for approx. times).
Pre-race
Had some pre-race jitters so when I left my home at 4:30am, I put in my "empowering" music as loud as I could. Songs like Venus and Eye of the Tiger. Hey, don't laugh... whatever works! I set up my transition, met up with some friends and watched the race start (my wave was 15 minutes later). When I went to toe the line for the duathlon start, my heart sank. There weren't alot of entrants, but the ones that were at the starting line were hardcore runners. These were no "let's see if I can do it" participants, these were ripped, lean athletes. I tried to hide in the back of the group, but a tri club cheerleader spotted me in the back and made me stand in the front so he could get a group picture of the start. Great. :rolleyes:
Run Leg 1
2 miles, flat course
Being at the front of the pack did not boost my confidence any. But I tried to represent and took off faster than I normally would have. Still, I wasn't feeling like I was over-exerting, and while there was no way I could keep up with the group (they were FAST-FAST-FAST) I did better than I thought I would. My pace has always been around an 11-12 min mile, so when I got back to T1 with a time of 19 minutes I was pretty stoked. T1 was uneventful and I got my bike. (I don't have T-times yet, sorry, but I suspect I took more time than than necessary.)
Bike Leg
13 miles, flat course
Ah... at last on the bike. After spinning easily for the first mile or so, I got clear of the mass, got into my aerobars and started to fly. I started picking off age groupers one by one, and although I was passed alot also, it didn't bother me (after all, when someone on a P3 with disk wheels blows by you, what can you do?) It was a flat, square route through the strawberry/flower fields, which wasn't as picturesque as it sounds. A lot of the fields were just planted, so they weren't very colorful and there was the pervasive smell of manure fertilizer in the air.
I tried to keep up an average pace of 20mph, but the winds in the open fields weren't always cooperating. At one moment I was cruising at 23mph, five seconds later I was at 15mph, a few seconds later I was going fast again. The winds were just coming from all directions so there was no way to gauge headwind/tailwind efforts. (And I wasn't the only one who noticed this. I overheard a gal saying after the race, "How can you go in a loop and face all headwinds?!") I hear ya. There were only a few turns on the race and the roads were very flat and well kept, so it was otherwise speed-friendly.
About halfway through the bike leg, I felt an ominous pressure on my lower back. There's something about running and then going full aero on the bike that my back just does NOT like. It was starting to tighten up, but I tried to ignore it. I finished the bike leg in 35-36 minutes (not sure where the chip registered time) which pleased me. When I pulled up at the end of the bike leg, there was a traffic jam at the dismount line. I braked too hard to avoid riders and had to get a leg out to rescue myself. My leg hit the pavement hard and I felt a jolt on my lower back. That kinda scared me, but it went away quickly, so I ignored it. I ran my bike back to T2 and got back into my running shoes.
Run Leg 1
3.1 miles, flat course
Arrgghh. Nothing like the feeling in your glutes and hammys like getting off a bike and starting a run. My HR was good, my energy level was up (thanks to half a banana in T2) and I felt pretty good despite the brickesh legs. Then disaster stuck. About a mile into the race my lower back yelled "Abandon Ship!" and my shuffling brick-run came crashing to a hobbling walk. It was spasming so hard I had to walk (slowly) most of the middle mile to get it under control again. When I resumed running, I could only manage a slow trot and gradully, the spasming subsided. I tried to pick up speed but for some reason, the stoppage caused my HR to go haywire. Where it was a steady 180-185 tempo before, it was now redlining with the slightest effort. I managed a painful shuffle for the last mile and was even able to manage a sprint finish the last 50 yards, but I knew my chiropractor would get a call very soon. I don't know the final time for the second run, but it was abysmal. Still, the fact that I got through it made me feel good.
Post Race
So I sprinted across the finish line feeling pretty good about myself. There was a point in the final leg where the pain was so bad I wanted to quit, but I kept going. My friends were passing me easily (even though some had start times 25 minutes after mine) but they shouted words of encourgement that helped.
So I was ok... until I saw my final time. 1:38. I was second-to-last. My heart just sank. To say I was mortified was an understatement. I couldn't even enjoy the post-race festivities, I just wanted to get in my car, go home and hide my face in shame. I said goodbye to my friends, packed up my bike/equipment and started the 90-minute drive home. For the first 20 minutes I was so embarrassed I wanted to cry. But after a while of driving, Sensible-Grownup-Bluetree grabbed Insecure-Silly-Bluetree by the throat and b*tch-slapped her. Worrying about time/placing is stupid. The people I was racing against were seasoned athletes and the race wasn't exactly a neighborood fun run. I don't know why I'm so hard on myself sometimes. So I put on my "feel better" music, you know, Jimmy Eat World, "...It just takes some time, little girl, you're in the middle of the ride, everything'll be all right, all right... and I spent the remainder of the drive home feeling better and wondering how I could improve for my next race...
Postscript
My coach called me a couple of hours after the race. I said, "I can't talk right now... I'm still on the course!" Dead silence. Hah! So we talked about my back troubles, and although he has me doing a lot of core exercises, he wants to revamp my training/strength training to address these problems. I've talked about my back troubles before, but my next races will all be swim-bike-run, so I'm hoping it won't be as much as issue. It's that first run-bike thing that nailed me. So onward to the next race... La Quinta in April!