Today, was the first time (since the monster gear incident) that I actually believed I could NOT handle this triathlon thing.
I started out at Harbins Park for a brick. 28 mile bike, plus a run off the bike of four miles. I had my cycling route mapped out, zipped up in a plastic bag and stuffed in my sports bra. The weather was beautiful, and I was zooming down a hill. Then, ooooops. Radio nowhere. I apparently had missed my turn and ended up somewhere wrong. But I actually knew where I was: also known as the seventh circle of cycling hell.
I looped and looped, ended up crawling up hill after hill. I was going up one hill at FOUR mph. Yes, FOUR. I think I was almost rolling backwards. I completely bonked around mile 20, and it was all I could do to get back to the park. I hit the park at mile twenty-six, and knowing I still had two more miles on the schedule, I went one mile past the park and doubled-back. 28 miles. Whew. I felt like death when I strapped on my sneakers for the run.
I almost forgot to take off my helmet (again). Locked the car and everything. Helmet still on. Unlock car. Remove helmet. Throw helmet in backseat, and think to self: what in the hell.
Then, I took off at the speedy pace of what could have only been a 14 minute mile (at best). I managed about 1.5 miles and then I ended up sitting down on a bench, and I don’t remember actually stopping or sitting down. Then I got cold. I knew that wasn’t a good sign, so I just walked/jogged back to the car – so I only ended up with 2.6 miles on my run.
And a crappy 2.6 miles at that.
Maybe I could have finished, but I was completely out of it. Out of it to the point that I felt out of body, so I just threw in the towel. I think it was pure bonk.
Tomorrow is another day. I am disappointed, but I really don’t think I had any gas left in that tank. Oh, well. That’s life. Er, that’s triathlon.
Today starts the four week countdown to St. Anthony’s. Hope you all have a great week!