Old Post that never got posted ;)
Yep, that event I did ages ago, I have found some time to write up on it (wilst flying to Hawaii- in June). I signed up for this event race morning, more for a workout and to teach myself a few lessons.
After 6 months off, I started training but could only do near 4 hours a week, as I would be completely exhausted from what-was-so-simple z1 and z2 efforts. Every workout I would have to weigh in: "Do I have time to take a nap post workout?" If I didn't then I could not train. Every day that consisted of a workout consisted also of a minimum 2 hour nap.
The good thing is, that my energy is up more these days and I do not feel the same effects from training, so I am gradually able to keep building up!
I started out what felt conservative for the first 1.6 mile run. Holding a pace in the low 7's (progress!). I maybe started the bike in 5th or so, but really didn't care, just knew I had to give it my best. The bike started out strong and I found myself smiling in my own la-la land just happy to be plugging away at pushing some watts. I hit Mud Mountain and was able to pass a girl, but this climb was not even close to as "easy" as I remember it being years ago when I took my bike fitness for granted. 4 miles went on forever but I made it to the top!! The rest of the ride was sort of lonesome until a screaming descend that had me geared out and the rain plummeting my face adding freckles and dents to my skin as I prayed to make it to the bottom. Here is when a guy and a speedy chick took lead over me and I was unable to close the gap to come into T2 in 3rd.
The second run HURT and holding high 7's was all I had in me. 2nd place kept a the same distance on me, and I was just happy to keep her in my sights. In the final mile I knew a girl was closing and it took pure grit to hammer out the last .5 miles to ensure I could take home 3rd place.
This race was fun, hard, and reminded me of everything I miss and love about racing. It also confirmed that I am not even close to where I need to be to bust out a half ironman. I needed this to ensure I was making the right decision in "not" towing the line at my favorite 70.3 in St Croix. But someday I will be back there!