There were a lot of unknowns coming into this race.  My previous block of training was nothing to write home about.  Before the race, I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt awesome on the bike. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had a great swim.  My runs had been going fairly well, but admittedly, most of my last training block was spent lying in bed. While Cliff and I have tried to be smart about incorporating the right amount of rest into my training, neither one of us was in tune enough to catch this last bout of over training before it hit me.

During our pre-race talk, I told Cliff  that I was pretty sure I knew how St. Croix would play out.  While I tried to think positively and consider giving myself a 50/50 chance of either having a great day or a crap day, in my gut I knew it was more like a 80-90% chance that I would have a disappointing race.
Despite my not so impressive day, I am pleased that I was able to blow out the pipes for the first time in over two weeks. Only 5 days ago, I couldn’t even ride my bike for 2 hours without symptoms of overextending myself.  Also, today was a brutally hot day, the hottest day that I can remember from years past.  And despite my last two weeks of feeling lethargic and weak, today I was able to get a good race effort in.

I had a few goals today.  First of all, I wanted to make sure that I did not have a GI issue or a heart rate issue, as I have had in the past.  Both of those goals were achieved.  With good medicine, the reflux is all but forgotten. My nutrition was spot on despite the heat, humidity, and wind.  Another goal was to push hard on the swim.  I did OK with that one.  It wasn’t awesome, but it was OK.  I lost my little group almost immediately.  But I still got in a good open water swim race effort…

My goal on the bike was to hold a zone 3 hear rate, and I was able to do it.  Goal achieved, even though my pace wasn’t blazing.  I believe I was about 8 minutes off from last year’s bike split.  But I know my body got something out of that good, hard race effort.  5 days ago, I wasn’t able to push myself at all, so I was pleased that I could get my heart rate up there and blow out the pipes.

My goal on the run was to hold a zone3 heart rate.  Goal achieved without any weird stuff happening.  My time was about 12 minutes off from last year…yes, 12 minutes. awesome. 

I got my butt kicked.  It’s defintiley more fun to race fast.  However, it makes you humble and it makes you smart…

… Plus I bet there is another race just around the corner…:)

Thanks for reading…see you at the races!