As I crossed the line on Saturday at Oceanside 70.3, I dissolved into a puddle of tears. I immediately saw Jen and blurted “I’m so disappointed”.
Good lord. I felt like such a loser for crying at a finish line of an amateur event I had paid for the privilege of doing. I couldn’t even pinpoint why I was so bummed. I just was.
It took a couple of minutes to pull myself together, thankful for sunglasses to hide the evidence and the chance to meet new people and talk about something else for a bit.
Here’s how I perceived the day, “in real time”.
Swim: By the time I *finally* hit the water in the rolling start, I was shivering uncontrollably and so thankful that the water felt warmer than the air. Until the turnaround, I was a satisfied fish. And then.
I caught an ankle squarely in the chin, bit my toungue hard enough that I could taste blood and inhaled a bunch of delicious, murky salt water. Then I barfed. So that was neat! Sorry to those fine folks behind me.
Eventually, staggered out of the water and jogged through what has to be the world’s biggest transition, fumbled around and rode away.
Bike: There was a tank crossing! I mean, Camp Pendleton and all. They take their armoury seriously, I suppose. I was pretty grumpy for a long time. I couldn’t find a rhythm, I couldn’t focus, and I was trying to stay within the zones that Liz assigned to me. I kept waiting for that sleepy, drained feeling I usually get. It wouldn’t come. Was I going too slowly? Bah. I couldn’t tell. I felt strong but I maybe I was tricking myself? Let’s just get this over with already.
Run: This was the dialogue in my brain:
Kilometers 1-15: TICK/TICK/TICK KEEP MY LITTLE FEET GOING TICK/TICK/TICK EAT SOMETHING THAT COKE WASN’T FLAT *BURP*
Kilometers 15.1-19.1: UUUUUUUNNNNNHHHHH NO NO NO NO MORE.
Kilometers 19.1-21.1: Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry if you cry you can’t breathe I think I’m making a really ugly face don’tcrydon’tcry dammit I think this course is long.
And then it was over.
Fast forward an hour or so. I didn’t know how (numbers-wise) the day had gone. I was still feeling pretty ambivalent about it and then I texted Liz… lo and behold, welcome the objective perspective.
She gave me her view on the event, “as seen from her bike”, as she virtually watched my race from the discomfort of her bike trainer. Her view was far more positive than mine and hearing that pulled me out of my funk. Maybe I didn’t need to quit this silly sport after all.
The reality is that I did indeed have a shit swim, but I put together a good bike and a solid run. I actually raced, like we’d talked about me doing. I didn’t give up, stuck to the plan. I have something to build on. Battled my own demons all day. I may not have won against them, but I held my own. It took me a few hours to realize that.
I still haven’t looked at the results, but I know that I ended up 7th, clawing my way back through the field after the swim. And while my goal had been top 5, I ended up with what I wanted: a spot to the World Championships.
By sheer force of waiting around.
Next up? Tightening my race director hat and getting back to it for Coeur d’Alene 70.3.
Oh. And a little month long jaunt to Azerbaijan.
I’ll wait while you look it up.
4 thoughts on “Oceanside 70.3: Perception vs. Perspective”
It was a privilege watching you race. Here’s to perseverance!
You always have… and continue to inspire me Amiga! Little did you know that OOOOOOH so many years ago when we first met in your house in Emerald ( awkward )… I actually thought, hey, this Chic ( You ) is pretty ” A type ” compared to me… but you were quirky and I liked you! Here we are ( fast forward 15 years later )… and I look to you for swim drills, ha! Rock on Christine! You’re cool in my books 😘 And P.S. keep writing please! Love it!
Your race brain sounds a lot like my race brain. Except I’m not sure if I’ve gotten to the “not giving up and actually racing” part of triathlon yet. Congrats on keeping together and qualifying for Worlds!
Um, Baku sounds AMAZING. Can I tag along?! 🙂
Such a tough cookie, Christine. Way to hang in there! Congrats on Worlds!