"Swim, Bike, Rain"
I had set my alarm for 5:15, but hit snooze once. I really did NOT want to get up. Finally I rolled out of bed at 5:30, brushed
my teeth, threw on my clothes (laid out the night before), filled the two bike
bottles with water and realized I had absolutely nothing else to do/get ready,
and it was only 5:45. I figured I’d aim
to get there by 6:30, so I still had some time to kill. I made myself a peanut butter sandwich for
breakfast, guzzled some more water, and off I went. Parking was easy and plentiful, and body marking
was quick. I dropped everything off in
transition, racked my bike, chatted with some people in my transition area, and
then wandered back to our club tent. One
of the greatest things about CGI events is that they have a portapotty section
reserved just for tri clubs. We had our
own club portapotty! Anyone who has ever
stood in one of those lines on race day knows how great of a perk this is. I ran over to swim start, where we were
taking a club picture, then wandered over to a section of the lake where they
were allowing practice swims. I walked
in waist deep just to get wet, and then walked over to the start since I was in
the 4th wave.
The water temp
was reported at 81 degrees, which meant it was not wetsuit legal. I thought about wearing my Lava pants, but
decided since it was a shorter swim (500yds), I’d just stick to my tri
kit. Once my wave was called, we all waded
into the water and hung out for a few minutes.
It was nice to have some time to acclimate to the water. I started towards the back of the wave so I wouldn’t
get elbowed/kicked too much. This was my first OWS since my first triathlon
(Jersey Girl 2010) without a wetsuit, so it felt a little weird. The swim was uneventful with the exception of
my goggles, which I could not seem to get in a good position. I must have stopped at least five times to
empty the water out and readjust them. I
also couldn’t really seem to get a good rhythm going. Finally I got to the exit and carefully made
my way out of the water, since it was really rocky coming out of the lake. Race mgmt had dumped a bunch of sand at swim
exit though, which was helpful.
T1 was faster than usual since I didn’t have my wetsuit to
take off, and I didn’t bother with the water bottle (to wash my feet). I wiped my feet on my transition towel and
put on socks/bike shoes, race belt, sunglasses, helmet, bike gloves, and headed
out on the bike.
The bike course was great.
I felt strong and fast, and my little bike computer was reading speeds
in excess of 18mph. For once, I was the
one doing most of the passing. There
were a handful of times I could have passed other bikers but felt the lane was
a little narrow, so I dropped back a bit.
However, I would then catch myself coasting, and then speed up
again. I also saw a few friends on the course! And by "saw" i mean "they passed me really quickly on their bike and shouted encouragement ;)" The bike leg went by pretty
quick, and before I knew it, I was heading back into the park for the last mile
or so. That’s when I noticed the giant
wall of dark clouds in the distance. I
joked to a fellow biker that there was no better motivation for the run than
not getting hit by lightning. Little did
I know we wouldn’t have a chance to get out on the run course. When I got to bike dismount, volunteers were
telling me to dismount, and one guy was shouting “the race is over!” I thought he was referring to the bike leg
being over, until I started walking my bike to T2.
Normally I would have jogged my bike to T2,
but it was unusually crowded in the chute leading to transition. I heard people talking to each other, some
saying the race was cancelled, and others still wondering if they should go to
transition and continue. Then, we heard
the announcer over the PA system saying that the course was closed, since a
dangerous storm system was coming through the area. They urged everyone to find shelter,
specifically in their vehicles if possible.
I continued into transition, grabbed all of my stuff, and headed back to
the club tent. Everyone was packing up
so I headed back to my car, but not before getting my timing chip cut off by
the finish line and getting my medal. I
felt a little weird about getting a finishers medal since I didn’t technically
finish, but not by choice! Plus, it still counted as an aquavelo. I was bummed about the race being cancelled,
but happy about the parts I did complete.
I walked over to the field where my car was parked, and at
this point, the rain was coming down in sheets.
I had to keep wiping the rain from my eyes since I could barely see in
front of me. Bikers were still coming in
from the bike leg, and it was getting a little chaotic. As I walked over to my car, I heard someone
shout “hey, Central Jersey!” I looked
over and this guy I didn’t recognize shouted “Great job today…you looked really
strong!!” Turns out his name is John... I met him again the next day (when
I was cheering for my teammates at the Olympic distance race) when he came over to the club tent to say congrats before heading out.
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