|Swim course the day before|
1. Choose a scenic course. If you have a bad race day, at least you are outside in a beautiful place, and that's always a win. This race was in Grass Lake, Michigan, near the Waterloo Recreation Area.
2. Race volunteers are awesome. I need to do more of that.
3. Even though pre-race fueling is important and a great excuse to indulge a little, it's possible to overdo it. Next time I need to eat more lightly. A too-full belly does not make for good sleep.
4. All-women's races have a reputation for being friendly, but it's still possible to get a solid kick to the gut during the swim.
5. It is impossible to hold my gut in for an entire race, but my unflattering skin-tight pink trisuit was still the best thing to wear for this race. It's not a beauty contest. Most years I add a tank top for the bike and run, but I forgot it and it was nice not to have to deal with it flapping.
6. Train more for the bike. Always. I did more bike training this year than usual, but I still wish I had done more. I was too tired to have much left from the run.
7. You can have a rocking body and be a kick-butt triathlete at any age. We all had our age (as of December) written on our calf. I got passed by some hot 50- and 60-somethings. A corallary: Looks might give a hint of your athletic abilities, but they don't tell the whole story. I got passed by a woman much larger than me on the bike, and I could not catch her until well into the run. I know I passed several women thinner than me during the swim and bike (though they probably all caught me during the run).
|Best Medal Ever|
9. Help comes from unexpected places. I was flagging during the run and a 52-year-old I kept passing and then getting passed by came up behind me and said, "C'mon, Pink." She kept pushing me through the finish. I'm not a hugger, but I hugged her after the race.
10. Bring a designated drill sergeant, especially if you are traveling with a friend. I wasn't assertive enough about leaving early, and my friend and I were almost closed out of the race. My husband, who always insists on getting there early, would have had us there half an hour early. It all worked out, but I wouldn't want to go through that again. Letting someone else have the stress of pushing everyone out the door is a big load off my mind when I'm stressing about the race.