A couple of weeks ago, I did something I never thought it was possible for me to do – notice, I didn’t say not humanly possible – I said not possible for ME!
I completed my first triathlon. Granted, it wasn’t your standard tri – it was the Lifetime Fitness Indoor Tri. Every spring, Lifetime hosts a series of indoor triathlons in its locations. The tri consists of a 10 minute swim , a 30 minute bike ride, and a 20 minute run. Each of those, on its own merit, seemed like something I might be able to pull off – but string them all together with time limits in between (10 minute transition from pool to bike, 5 minutes from bike to run) and it just seemed downright impossible.
When I first signed up for it, I really thought that it would be a stretch for me to complete it – I had a lot of self-doubt and not much confidence. But as time went on, I changed my tune from “Am I INSANE???” to “I think I can do this!”.
What went into preparing? Every week I ran three times – twice for 30 minutes and the third time for 3 miles. Now, remember that when I say “ran”, I mean a combination of running and walking. I’m working on building my endurance and my speed and if I were just to run, I wouldn’t get very far with either. I also swam at least twice per week for at least 30 minutes – lap swimming in the pool at the club – and during that time I found that I have the most endurance and seem to best control where my body is (in other words, I’m not crashing into the lane markers) when I backstroke. As to biking, I did that when I felt like it. The biking didn’t scare me a bit – I’ve been riding long distances on my bike since I was old enough to take the training wheels off. While I’ve done a lot less of it recently, it still feels perfectly natural to me to jump on a bike and just GO! So I didn’t worry about that piece too much at all. Besides, I live in the Chicago area and its winter – so my only option is a stationery bike and I get bored too easily on those.
I arrived at the club, as instructed, 45 minutes prior to my scheduled time of 9am. Once I checked in, received my “swag” – an “Indoor Tri” visor (very nice!) and a swim cap imprinted with the sherocks tri series logo, I headed to the locker room, attempted to organize my locker in a manner that would make it easy for me to transition, changed into my swimsuit, and headed for the sauna. From the sauna, I could see the swimmers in the wave prior to mine, and started to relax a bit. A lot of them didn’t even appear to be swimming laps – they all looked like beginners! And there was only one person to a lane – my greatest fear at that point was that I’d have to share a lane with another swimmer – something I’d never had to do before. After warming back up and stretching a bit, I headed over and checked in with the event host. She pulled out the biggest, fattest sharpie I’ve ever seen and wrote my number “31” on both of my biceps. I should note – the numbers are still there! How the heck long does it take permanent marker to come all the way off – I look like I was attacked by a crazy sharpie wielding bar bouncer – but I digress. As the others from my wave began to arrive, I started to get nervous. They were all so … athletic looking. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I wasn’t here to compete with them (even if THEY were competing with ME), but that I was here to do something for myself. The minutes ticked by, we entered the pool, and I found myself sharing a lane with a very athletic looking man. I took the wall and warned him that I’d never shared a lane before, we discussed what strokes we’d be doing, and he said “don’t worry, I got this”. Okay … not sure what that means, but okay.
Soon we were off – and in my exuberance, I learned a lesson that will serve me well next time I compete in the pool. I went off the wall and I went ALL OUT. By the end of my first lap, I was breathing hard, and had to remind myself of some advice a friend who’s been down this path gave me – she told me not to sweat the swim, just to get through it and save my energy for the bike and run segments. So I tried to relax and find my rhythm, all the while keeping myself very conscious of where the wall was so that I was swimming right beside it.
The ten minutes flew by – ok, that’s a lie – they didn’t “fly”, but they went pretty fast. I ended up ½ a length short of the goal I’d set for myself, which was a stretch goal, of ¼ mile in 10 minutes. Time for the transition to biking.
Here’s where I made my first mistake – next time, I’ll bike in my swimsuit, just adding running shorts, and will wear a sports bra under my suit for support during the run. This time, knowing I had ten minutes to make the transition, which seemed like a nice, long time, I decided to change out of my suit and into my usual running clothes – but I didn’t try it ahead of time – BIG mistake! Ladies, you know how your sports bras like to roll on you? Picture being close to soaking wet and then trying to deal with a sports bra that has rolled while you’re in a hurry. Not fun. Also, my running pants were “sticky” due to the wet skin as well, so took longer to put on than normal. I did make the transition, with 2 minutes to spare, but in a situation where time was ticking away, I don’t think I’d do it this way again!
So I ran upstairs to the spin bikes – let me tell you – I HATE spinning! Not because of the motion, not because of the “sitting still in one place” and not because of any particular feature of the bike save one – the saddle! OMG, I have never felt so much discomfort EVER! After doing that for 30 minutes, I was pretty numb – which was better than the painful sensation I had about 12 minutes in – but my own “real” bicycle is much more comfortable and I was very encouraged that I’d be able to manage a mini or sprint level tri after completing the painful ride on the spin cycle – because it wasn’t my legs that were at issue – it was my seat! I managed to keep a pretty good pace and was happy with the distance recorded – I ended up at about 18 miles over the 30 minutes – now, if I’d been riding a “real” bike down a real trail or road, I don’t know if what I did would have correlated to 18 miles or not, because they used some sort of computer generated thingy to figure that out, but for as little bike training as I did, I thought it went pretty well. For the record, the spin cycles have a different seat than any of the stationary bikes in the club … none of the bikes I trained on had nearly as uncomfortable a seat as that one, so I tried a number of different things to manage my way through, including standing up to pedal (which is fairly common in a spin class, but apparently freaked out the folks helping with the tri, so I gave up on that strategy). Eventually I just decided to suck it up and get through it.
Transition 2 – much easier – I had to walk a grand total of about 10 yards from my horrible, awful spin bike to the treadmill. Because we had 5 whole minutes to accomplish this, I was able to stretch really well and recover some of the feeling I’d lost on the cycle before starting. Again, following my friend’s advice, I took it a bit easy on the treadmill as I began, and increased my speed after the first quarter mile (she recommended a mile, but since I had only 20 minutes on the treadmill since this wasn’t a normal distance tri, I gauged it by when my legs felt like they were ready to go). I surprised myself during the run – I was not only able to continue running for the full 20 minutes, but able to carry on a conversation with one of the coordinators as I was doing so during the last few minutes of the run. I did crank up the speed towards the end, and managed to clock my best distance ever for a 20 minute time frame – and, honestly, if the run had been longer, I’d have been fine. I really didn’t feel like I wanted to stop at the end of 20 minutes. That’s a first for me! Usually, when my prescribed time or distance is up, I’m done. I think it was the adrenaline and the excitement of the situation that made me want to keep going – I really wasn’t ready for it to be over!
Post race fuel – half a banana and a “juice box” full of coconut water – until after church (yes, I took my bedraggled self directly to church after my tri, lol) when I had a youth ministry meeting where I enjoyed fruit salad and veggie pizza – without guilt!
Lessons learned – my body may not be model-perfect, but it is truly capable of amazing feats – much more than I’ve given myself credit for in the past. I had such a good time at the indoor tri that I’ve signed up for a mini-tri in August. That one will be on a real bike – MY bike – not the horrible, dreaded spin cycle. It will include a 250 yard swim, 10k bike ride (6.2 miles) and a 2 mile run. Not exactly Olympic distance, but it sounds like the perfect next challenge for me! Next year, I hope to do a couple of sprint distance triathlons, and have also set a goal to run 2 half-marathons. I’m not afraid of that challenge (ok, that’s a lie – I’m terrified! But I know I can do it and I know that even if I finish dead last, there are some who are too afraid to get off of the couch and give it a shot – and I’m WAY ahead of them).
What’s next for me? My next 5k is this coming Saturday and I run an 8k the following Sunday (no, not the next day – I’m not that crazy …YET). I’ve found my races for May and will be running a 5 miler and a 10k that month, a 5k, 10k, and 15k in June, a 5k in July leading up to the next tri in August – and still working towards that BIG run in October – the Tower of Terror Ten Mile at Walt Disney World. I’m on the lookout for a couple more to run in November and December as I work towards my first half-marathon in January of 2014.
As my runs get bigger, I’m getting smaller. My weight loss appears to have stalled, and that’s frustrating … but I’ve gone down another size in jeans and will need to have some of my work clothes altered. On vacation last week, I found that I couldn’t wear three of the pairs of shorts I’d packed – because they were just too big! And I also discovered that my convertible bra no longer works as a strapless (because it won’t stay up). So, my strategy appears to be working, even if the scale isn’t cooperating. I’m ignoring the lie told by my scale (“You’re failing – nothing is happening”) because my clothing and my fitness levels are telling me the truth.
PS Sorry for the lack of photos here – there was a photographer at the club taking pictures throughout, but even after emailing the club, they haven’t been posted anywhere. I’m sure I’m not alone in my disappointment over this, but while I don’t have photos, I do have a tremendous sense of accomplishment, a really cool hat – oh, and a teal swim cap that labels me a triathlete! Love it!