High Desert Duel 2016
This one coming in a little late, sorry about that. Busy week recovering and working on a new project with my new sponsor which should be announced in the next coming weeks. Very exciting stuff.
Onto the report though!
Spoilers. It hurt. A lot.
It has taken me days to recover but I am finally able to get back out there without soreness. So yay for small victories. Overall though, it was a good day at Why Racing's Pac Crest sprint tri but my body certainly took a toll.
After my big day at Duathlon Nationals and award ceremony, I hit the hay early after a margarita, or two. However it would not be a long slumber as I had to wake up early to drive out to the race in Sunriver. This was a split transition race and I wasn't exactly the most organized person ever. I forgot the bag to bring my gear from T1 back to the race start and after sorting this out I barely made the start of the race from the elite wave. I literally was getting into my wetsuit after running out of the bathroom with 2 minutes until the start. I literally ran to the start line. This wasn't how I wanted any of this to happen!
As I got into the water and briefly met the other few chaps in the elite wave, on fellow stuck out.
Jon was a cyclist and mentioned he was a Cat 1. Oh boy. My legs were shot and this was a cyclist's race. The swim and run were short compared to the hilly hilly hilly 29 mile bike leg. Oh boy. Well luckily, I took off like a man possessed in the swim. the course was long but that helped me as I pushed hard to get a sizeable lead on the rest of the small field.
Well I may have had a 90 second lead on the field over the longish swim of about 1000 yards, but the pain in my legs was really just getting going. I hopped onto my bike and took off down the first stretch. My legs protesting the whole way.
I really focused on steady cadence and staying within myself. This was afterall a long bike ride with a very sizeable climb in the middle. But damn. This was a gorgeous race course. Just stunning. I was really taking in the views until at mile 13 when Jon passed me. Now. I could be sensible and just fall back a bit. But no. I fought back. During the large sustained climb we traded blows. I came over the top ahead of him but as we descended he got the better of me and slowly pulled ahead. I would spend the better part of the last 13 miles watching his black silhouette fade further into the distance. A humbling picture to say the least
As I rounded onto the last straight patch of road at around mile 27 I caught a glimpse of Jon slipping away in the distance. After looking at my watch I calculated I was about 2 minutes behind. No way I was gonna catch that. Im not a defeatist, I am a realist. A 2 minute deficit over a 5K is a ton of time. I eased off the pace as my tired legs argued for it all to end. Why did I do this...?
After an interesting transition. I was off onto the run. Feeling miserable. I tried to perk myself up...
Wasn't quite that smooth. I really just still felt like.
I just focused on smooth, smooth, smooth. After a mile I was doing ok. After 10 minutes I was speeding up and then it happened. I saw him. I knew I could catch him. After a slightly longer than anticipated climb I started really reeling him back. With little more than half a mile left I flew past Jon sprinting already for the finish line. I couldn't believe I had willed my aching body past him. I pumped my fist many a time across that finish line. I had robbed a victory for myself.
But man did it hurt.
Thanks to all my friends and family for supporting me this weekend and beyond! Also big thanks to CBT Nuggets, Ninkasi Brewing, Death Row Velo, and Fast Carbon Wheels! Just 1 more week until the next WHY Racing production at Hagg Lake.