The race that almost wasn't

We made good time to Aiken, and got to the race venue in time to pick up my race packet. I checked my phone and noticed a text from Wes asking if we had left home yet. Hardy freakin har! So I called him back and made some loose dinner plans. Knowing the layout of the area, Mendy and I decided to just drive to Aiken and meet Wes and the lovely Dee Dee at their hotel, vice checking into ours. This wound up being a very good move.

We arrived on the directions Wes provided Mendy, and noticed the RSV (Race Support Vehicle) of Chris and his lovely wife Janis. Looked like we were at the cool club meeting place! By the time the ignition was de-keyed, Chris was on the balcony, and Wes and Dee Dee were coming out. All of us made the introduction rounds, while Mendy and I quickly decided we would just stay there vice the motel that would offer a more treacherous route to the race site in the morning. We got a "non-smoking" room that smelled like a thousand cigar enthusiasts had taken turns living there for the last 10 years.

Chris and Janis went for milkshakes, and the 5 of us went downtown for grub. It was a great dinner, but even better company. Sadly, it had to end for some bike preps and some sleep. It was all going to plan...

So, we get to the race site, and the clouds look ominous. The forecast was for 10% chance of rain until about 11 AM, where it turned to 40%. Yeah, not so much. As Jeremy Davis, the evil race director/route planner for the SCTS was calling all the eager (smart) athletes in from the water from warming up, moments before the race...

*FLASH* BOOM!

"Uh, we are going to have a short delay...about 15 minutes, and then start the race. So, uh, about 10 minutes and we'll get started."

*FLASH* BOOM!

Then the animals began to line up, two-by-two, as the flooding rains came down.

So, eventually they let us get started, 1 hour late, no warm-up time, and with a shortened bike course. My heart had already decided I wasn't swimming, so I wasn't mentally prepared anymore. But, I got going with a bit of drama (some choking, some bracingly cool water, and a lot of human traffic), and then settled into a nice comfy pace. I strayed a bit after one buoy, but largly it went well.

Back on sweet dry land, I was almost ready to vommit: high heart rate while running while peeling a wetsuit off while wearing goggles is not a good combo. I made it to my bike, poured 3 inches of water out of my helmet, and got going. I hammered as well as I could, but my cycling hasn't been up to par of late. Into transition, rack the bike, and off on the run. Holy crap, my butt was hurting me like I just did a hitch in the state pen! I guess it was that I did a lot more climbing than I was used to doing on my tri saddle, which I normally ride just on the ol' taint. It slowly worked out, and I was making good time. I hoped for 7min/mile or better, and was happy to see 13:xx as I passed mile 2.

Near the turn-around, I saw regional speedy girl, Katie Malone just a bit ahead. She looked like was facing some nutrition challenges, probably due to the 1 hour delay. She absolutely smoked me on the run at Festival of Flowers last year, so I was happy to be this close. Katie was now my rabbit, but with all respect in the world. I finally caught her about 1 mile from the finish, and as I passed I tried to light-heartedly encourage her with, "Come on, you aren't going to let some boy beat you, are you?" She laughed and encouraged me right back with well wishes, and I was ready to finish. I tried to stair-step the pace up in that last mile, finishing with as close to a sprint as I could muster.

So, I was anticipating great results, but found that many of the dudes in my age group came in from out of state. And were blisteringly fast. As in, 4th and 9th overall fast. Of the "regulars" to the SCTS series, I think I went 2nd in my AG, but on paper I was 7th. Disappointing, but my numbers were decent (for me): 8 minutes faster on the swim than last year at Festival of flowers, 21mph average speed on the bike course that included a long uphill, and a 6:39 average run pace.

Post-race, there was sort of a feeling that most people had resigned this to a B or C race, and it became almost laughable as the torrential rain started again, and the RD announced that all sound equipment they had didn't work.

It was a good weekend, and a fun time. The race? Well, it was a nice training day. And we got to hang out with Wes & Dee Dee, Chris & Janis, the rest of the dudes from our team, Ashley and our mutual friend Matt, Chris, and a bunch of other cool peeps.

**Update: okay I just found out the winner of our AG was Rafael Fiallo, ITU pro from Venezuela racing as an age grouper. Thanks dude.

After the rain..

...washes away the tears

And all the pain

Only after the rain

Can you live again

You'll see the sun appear to light the way

Only after the rain

Can you hope to find true love again

I tried to go swim at lunch today, but the pool was packed with about a thousand kids splashing around, as well as a full compliment of lap swimmers. Drat! I went home instead, made myself a huge salad, and went back to work early. I would have stuck around, but I wanted to justify leaving early today for a brick. I was itching to really crank it out and get a hard workout in. I shut down about 4:30 and hit the door, happy as a school girl (I suppose?) and ready for a...oh no.

Up in the sky! What is it? It's creamed potatoes! It's marshmallow cream! No, it's big friggen clouds bound and determined to derail my exercise plans. Stupid afternoon weather in the South! Since it was nearing rush hour, I opted out of the cycling portion of the brick. I'm not ready to provide my family a heavy life insurance payoff just yet, so no cycling in the rain while everyone is trying to get home.

Next best thing is an intense run, right? So I get the Garmin and Ipod ready, change, and start warming up for the 4.3 mile blast. The clouds were really building at this point, and I hoped I wasn't going to do a lighting rod impression. I took off, and Mr. Garmin had apparently just finished a big fat bowl of crack, since it was showing my pace going up from 9:30 to well over 10, and I was "gettin it" at that point. Oh well, I know the route, so I'll just rely on the timer and HR functions for this run. 4.28 miles in 28:48 @ 6:44/mile

**Note: intense storms apparently affect a Garmin's GPS accuracy**

Near the end of the run I was sweating a good bit, but was surprised that some may have been flinging off my hands and into my face. Upon closer inspection, it was early sprinkles from the big stupid clouds. By the time I got home, it was a steady light rain that was just starting to clear up. I was happy for it, though, because the humidity was making the relatively mild heat (85 deg) pretty oppressive.

I showered, changed, and After the rain we loaded up to go eat some yummy Mexican food, accompanied by a gigantic DosXX. Ah, the running is sooooo worth it after that meal! I do enjoy Wednesdays. Then we went to the car dealership to kick a few tires and touch base with the sales dude. Mendy is looking at (finally) getting rid of her hugely entertaining but completely impractical roadster in favor of a sedan or SUV. No, a minivan is completely out of the question, so don't even bother attempting to sell us on the benefits!

Oh, and don't think for a minute that these stupid damn songs don't get stuck in my head too. But it's worth it to share the B-grade jukebox stuck on "sample" that plays in my head all the time. Enjoy! (and Marcy, I do wear my sunglasses at night. So I can, so I can...keep track of visions in my eyes!)