Finally May is gone and June is here, no more frustrating results, right? I was going to one of my favorite courses, the ever relentless Rev3 Quassy. My thoughts leading up to the race were simple, keep up on the swim…hammer the bike…and leave just enough in the tank for the run…
Jill & I both really look forward to this weekend because we have a great couple that we stay with on a nice horse farm and we were able to relax and I was focused for race day.
The swim started quite like most do, a mad sprint for 2 or 300 meters and then I started sighting and looking for the best set of feet. I was stunned when I looked up and saw that Eric Limkemann has already jumped to a 5 meter lead. I charged hard but could not close the gap. I saw a train of swimmers to my right that were moving forward so I gave up on trying to catch Eric and joined the pack. At some point in the swim the pack split and 3 more guys escaped off the front, after the race I was frustrated that the pack was not 4 with me in it. I have been very good about being part of these moves over the last few years and missing one erked me!
The second I got on the bike is was game on. I dropped the hammer and jumped across the gap to the group of 3 with Eric just seconds up the road. I had finally generated a gap when I dropped my chain as I shifted to the big ring. It may have only been a five second delay but it was the 5 hard fought seconds that was a gap over the draft pack.
It did not take me long to create space again and I was gone like yesterday…or so I thought. At the turnaround on the bike I saw the imminent truth.
Instead of minutes off the bike I was going to have just a few seconds…Toward the end of the ride I started to feel really depleted and in a very odd way.
I started the run and just felt wasted. On the run the peloton was the least of my concerns. The antibiotics that I was taking trying to get rid of the gastroenteritis that I contracted in Spain (a bacteria very similar to Salmonella) was killing not only the bacteria but my bodies ability to absorb the 1000+ calories of nutrition that would thrust me to a podium spot. Instead I was forced to repeatedly throttle back to a mere snails pace trying to survive the run. Again I plummeted watching the race run away from me and AGAIN I finished in the first spot out of the money.
I am going to take some time completely off and let my body recuperate. Congrats to Eric Limkemann on the performance of the day…racing wire to wire solo.
Thanks for all the support and the well wishes.