(I’ve writen this on my phone pretty much immediately after the race, so I don’t know any times yet.)
The waves were even bigger today than earlier this week. I woke up and I could hear that they were huge.
The race officials cancelled the swim and replaced it with a 3km run, so the race became a surprise duathlon!
A long way to come for a duathlon, but I felt ready to race this morning. Frankly, I was glad that we were not swimming in the ocean today. Even I can identify that the waves were dangerous, and I’m sometimes rather nonchalant about danger (according to Laura).
I had a leisurely morning, just following my pre-race plan. Up at 6:30, light run, eat!, prep for race, relax. By 9:00 I headed over to transition with the NTC guys. Setup transition, got marked. Everything was going smoothly and I was feeling relaxed. Spent some time with Jeff and A-Mac in a cool hotel lobby until minutes before the race. Triathlon Canada was very organized and had tonnes of iced towels and iced sponges for when we headed to the start line.
I am not sure of precise numbers, but there were about 60 elite men. When the horn sounded, we were off for a quick 3km, half uphill and half downhill. I was towards the back of the run pack, but given the distance there wasn’t too much of a gap between the front and pack. Tactically, I think I should have pushed a little harder on the run but I didn’t want to expend too much energy before the bike. I think this effort cost me getting out with the front pack.
I had a somewhat sloppy transition, struggling to get my helmet on, but I was soon off to the bike course. I missed the lead pack, which was quiet large—maybe 25 or 30 people.
I felt really strong on the bike but I allowed myself to find a few packs of people to draft with in an effort to conserve energy. I was taking in water and sports drink according to plan—just sipping on a regular basis. I was able to move ahead on the bike, bridging up from one chase group to another. I intended to really let loose on the downhill and anticiapted catching the lead pack early on the second lap. I felt good in the heat. More than anything, I felt in my element as I realized that I was able to run and bike with all these amazing athletes. I can race at this level. I am in the right place.
Then, about 13km in, it happened. I hit a bump and my seat position changed radically. I thought both my seat post and seat were somehow loose, even though I was very careful tightening the seat post (not too much, not too little). I hadn’t tightened my saddle since the plane ride, but I thought it should have been fine, since I hadn’t loosened it for the trip.
Thinking I had to tighten my seat post, I stopped at a tire exchange to see if they had an allen key. Later, I stopped to talk to a Triathlon Canada official to find out what my options were. I was determined to finish the race, despite losing time to find out if/how to fix my bike. I didn’t travel here to DNF.
As I rode longer the problem got worse. I could feel that my carbon seat post had actually snapped and was about to snap off completely. I stopped and assessed the damage and the seat came off completely. I felt crestfallen and frustrated. Immediatly I thought that I must have overtightened the post clamp and thereby caused the problem (minutes ago, I thought I undertightened it).
So, I was faced with the choice of DNFing or riding without a seat for a the entire second lap with an added obstacle of carbon splinters poking out from the broken post. I felt that riding without the post would be dangerous, so opted to DNF and my heart sank as I rode back to transition. I continue to question this decision.
I was prepared to suffer almost anything before DNFing. Bad swims, last place bike splits, +40min runs in the heat.
Anyway, I learned a great deal from this experience and I felt strong while racing. I feel that I was in place amoung athletes at this level, which is extremely encouraging. And, in spite of my bike breaking down, I was having a super strong ride on my 63cm, aluminium bike. Like other races, I found that fast bikes don’t necessarily mean that the rider is faster than me. It is all about training. That said, fast rider + fast bike = watch out!
So, lots happened at this race. I feel that I dealt with issues and changes as they came and kept a fairly cool head. I want to revisit my decision to DNF, but when I do I still think it was correct. Correct, but hard—especially for someone who can be a little stubborn (like me).
In a later post I’ll add some learning about this race and advice for people considering racing Ixtapa next year.
Thanks for listening.