Midsummer Olympic Triathlon – Not your average race report

Okay so I did pretty decent out on the race course and super happy with my placing (1st age group and 4th overall female).  But that is not really what I want to report out on.  The placement was just icing on the cake.

I have battled hip and lower back pain (that keeps me up at night) with intense burning sensation on the outside of my right thigh when I get out and ride my bike.

Tri Sherpa Village

You know the saying it takes a village to raise a child, well it is taking a village to get me across the finish line…and sometimes just to the start line.  You see I have this team – I call them my Tri Sherpa Village (they don’t even know they are part of this massive village I have created) – and each have had a hand in my recovery and progress, mentally and physically, throughout this journey.  Physical Therapy, Chiropractic, Acupuncture, Massage Therapist, Strength Trainer, Swim Coach, Sports Medicine Doctor, Triathlon Coach, Teammates, and my friends and family.

One piece of advice came from my PT, Annalisa, this past week that really sank in.  She shared a story about a cyclist that had just been feeling really sick and chose rest over pushing through the planned sessions prior to her race (because if you know me well enough I am the one pushing through every session).  The rest proved fruitful as she was able to bounce back and do really well on race day.  I’m not sure how the stars aligned but my coach, Raeleigh, had removed the cycling session that I normally do throughout the week – the week became more about R&R.

Spoken Words

Something unexpected happened at the closing of the race and is really the most important take away from my race report.  You see, several ladies (5 to be exact) came up feeling compelled to share how strong I looked on the bike.  They had no idea the struggles I have had on the bike over the past 7 weeks.  I really needed to hear those words. It instantly dissolved the self-doubt I’ve carried over the past weeks. “Sometimes the words we leave unspoken are the most important ones that should have been said” author unknown.

My take away from this race is to share those often unspoken words more often with others – stand in that gap of others self-doubt and offer an encouraging word.




Race Day Bloopers

Those moments you would like to do a retake.  I have a couple bloopers I feel are worthy of sharing.


Blooper #1 – I was about halfway out to the first buoy when my hands brushed something hard and slimy under the water.  Lake Monster!!!!! a bit of panic set in and my stroke quickened until I felt safe again.


Blooper #2– I passed this dude at about mile 18.  At about mile 20 he decided he would pass me on the uphill.  I had to tap on my brakes (on an uphill) because he really didn’t have what it took to get up the hill and pass appropriately.  He slid in front of me and then he spit to his right side of  the bike and the projectile landed all over my face.  I caught up to him and very politely said “Well, that’s a first…being spit on that is”.  He said he was sorry and didn’t think anyone was behind him and added I made him feel bad…I smiled, dropped into a higher gear and sped away.

Part 2 – First You Swim – Learning the Basics

Six long months I ran and paddled
Adding miles beneath my saddle
At last it came the day and time
Sep twenty-six, two thousand nine

Each journey has that special step
“A” letter in each alphabet
Each champion has a starting line
Each has a first and this was mine

At the gun we hit the water
Goggles? Wonder why I bothered
Head held high to keep from drinking
Doggy style to keep from sinking

My swimming leg was not that fast
Out of the lake I was dead last
That first transition? Not my best
Now on my steed I headed west

Through rolling hills and windy plain
I peddled hard with time to gain
At least I didn’t get a flat
In my sights the trailing pack

Now the run was all or nothing
Passed two walking me still running
Like I said, it wasn’t pretty
One fourteen, the other fifty
My first official triathlon was the 2009 Central Valley Sprint Distance Triathlon held at the Woodward Reservoir, about 75 miles south of Sacramento, California. I emerged from the lake dead last after dog paddling the entire 500 yard swim. I kept my sights set firmly on the entire field throughout the bike leg (meaning I was still last). After dismounting my trusty mountain bike at T2 I decided to drop the hammer during the run. At that time I counted the run as my strongest of the three disciplines. Over the 5K course I reeled in two other female triathletes. One, competing in the 50-59 age group and a 14-year old high school student, the sole entrant in the 18 and under women’s division. I also beat two men.