Okay....I'll post this here, cuz it's too embarrassing to post in "race results".
I think I'll get more sympathy here.
This past Saturday, I did the Fort Richie Olympic Duathlon in Cascade Maryland. Cascade is a tiny town sitting on top of the Catoctin Mountains, not far from Camp David.
Here's the race report from my Tri Club's calendar - with some added commentary:
Racer: 7rider
Age Group: Female 45-49
Total Time: 3:19:24
Overall Place: 33 / 36 (pathetic, I know)
Age Group Place: 1 / 1 (but hey....I got a win!)
Comment: Taking the good with the bad, I guess
This was supposed to be a "training" race - preparation for Blackwater in June.
Just getting over an obscure running injury (peroneal fasciitis, probably spelled completely wrong), just started running again, and just started running on new custom orthotics.
Just.
So I head up bright and early, and low traffic volumes and the ICC meant I got there 20 minutes earlier than anticipated. Fortunately, Teammate Dave is another early bird and kept me company while we prepared transition and readied at a leisurely pace.
Run 1: 5k 31:37 (10:11 pace) About 20 paces after the gun on the first run, I turned and looked behind me. Already last. YES! Four of us ran more-or-less together for the bulk of that 5k - until 1 by 1, they dropped me. Fortunately, I wasn't the last into transition - and, ironically, I set a PR for that run, despite the hills. But my knee paid the price and it started talking to me before I hit the mat for the transition. Overall: 36 of 36. Yes, dead last. There was one sprinter behind me (they ran an olympic and a sprint race together), but i was The. Last. Olympic. Racer. Thanks.
Bike: 23.5 miles 1:29:15 (16.0 mph) Heading out of transition is a slow, spirit-sucking climb. It flattens out, only to take a sharp left and hit a short, steep riser. Ugh. Granny gear time. The guy in front of me dropped his chain there. But after that section is a screaming fast descent off the mountain to a nice, scenic rolling course through the valley below. Really, that valley portion suited me and I would have been happy to ride in that valley all day long. But, I had a race to get back to and there was more climbing back up the mountain to the Fort. Overall, I was pretty happy with the bike, although I was fairly conservative, anticipating that climb and trying to not aggravate my knee (although the horse had already left the barn on that one). Overall: 27 out of 36 - which meant that there were also a lot of fast cyclists in this race. Sheesh. Can't win for losing.
Run 2: 10k 1:16:29 (12:19 pace). Ugh. Pain. I was really doubting the wisdom of my decision to do an Oly this day when my weekly total for running for the past month had been 8 miles or less (and the month before that was zilch). I alternated walking with trotting with limping, going from shade to shade, trying to cut corners as tight as I could. I ran much of it alone. Two or three folks I passed on the bike ran by me. Typical. But...I held off 3 others and although my overall time for this run was 35 out of 36 (yes, only one other suffered worse than me on Run2), I managed to hold on for a whopping 33rd place out of 36.
So...I finished. But it hurt. A lot. Back to icing the knee pretty regularly now. I'm hoping it recovers more quickly than last time and that it likes flat runs (i.e., Blackwater) more than those blasted hills of Ft. Richie.
I really wish this Ft. Richie event - which is fun, challenging, friendly, and really low key - attracted more mortals to it. It seemed like everyone there other than me was a super-star.
It's lonely at the back of the pack.
And here I am wearing what we lovingly refer to as "the big blue meatball" looking like quite the big blue meatball.
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Too bad the weekend is so far away until my next trip up to the mountains.

Beautiful.