So, I’m coaching Katy and she is busting into tri and killing it already. You need to admire her dedication. Also she’s super funny. Here’s her race report from Mermaid Capitola Tri! I’m so damn proud!
Pre Race Saturday:
Drank water all day, some of it was with Nuun. Dinner at 6pm of pasta with marinara, small salad, and an apple.
Race Day Sunday:
Thoughts going in were that I knew my knee was going to be sore from the bike wreck the previous week and to just do what I could. I was over thinking about it and just wanted to do the damn race.
Amrita Bar and apple for breakfast.
Rode bike to transition area since only about a mile away downhill. Great on the way there…not so great later. Noticed numerous boys pumping up tires on bikes of numerous girls and thought of the Laura & Christine podcast about being self-sufficient. Transition area was irritating with chicks yacking about kids, divorce, blah blah blah. Told swim start was delayed but headed to the beach which was about 8 minute walk…again downhill. (do you see a trend?) Jumped in and out of waves and paddled around waiting for swim start.
Swim (or more like dog paddle): “Get your mermaid tail to the start”
Ran out to Taylor Swift song. Really? REALLY?
Swells were big (well they seemed big) and current was strong pushing me back towards the start. I was freaking out. I felt so compressed by wetsuit that I could not get a deep breath. Kept telling myself to calm down and nobody was going to let me drown. Because I’m a mermaid…duh. Wasn’t even half way to the first buoy and was considering getting pulled out. I’m serious. I was really freaking out. But kept telling myself that I would be ok. Since I could not catch my breath, and was in my head, I was not really swimming…more of a dog paddle. Briefly thought how I could be back in hotel room watching the Food Network. Briefly thought about how Christine the Evil Kitten would kick my ass if I did. Before I could get to the first buoy I could hear the wave behind me starting which only contributed to my overall freak out. ….you’re a mermaid Katy…keep paddling….. Remembered my plan was to flip on my back. So I did. Freaked out more because I couldn’t see and water was sloshing over me…so back to dog paddle. Tried to focus on crawl with head out of water. Kept telling myself that consistency would soothe me and get me out of my head.
Use your arms Katy…breathe Katy….
Nice ladies in other colored caps swarmed me, one asked if I was ok. I said yes. I’m a mermaid. Then I hit the sea of kelp. Fuck me. Are you serious? What is your problem Poseidon? Hit second buoy. Excited because I could see the shore and for some reason thought the current would carry me right in. Apparently not and Poseidon is a dick. Noticed the shore line was full of lifeguards and they were bringing in swimmers. Ya, I’m about to die but I notice the hot lifeguards. Swimmers were getting in but then being tossed with the waves. Got my feet under me and started to go in and was warned about wave behind me by lifeguard. Wave hit us both and we were tossed. We ended up on the shore with me on his lap. Asked if I could stay there. He said no and to keep going.
Got out of water and went to transition area…uphill slog of about 10 minutes…knee was being a bitch. I was one of the few bikes left in the transition area so I did not have the shit show to deal with.
The Goz (bike) and I got out and on the road and had a Gu and started working on getting some Nuun in me. I could not stop spitting, I think I drank a ton of salt water during the swim. Poseidon is a dick. Passed some people, had some back and forth, felt good. Kept spitting. Knew the climb was coming. Didn’t appreciate the dumbass volunteer who shouted “all uphill from here.” Really Jhole? Is that encouragement? I struggle with gears, this is something I need to work on. I get confused. Started doing math equations in my head to ignore the fact that I was struggling on the incline. Walked at ‘almost’ the top of the hill. My gears were all messed up and calves were crampy. Said fuck-it. Katy needs to catch her breath. Downhill fly down, ate half an Amrita Bar bar as I flew by bikers who were being cautious and breaking at every corner. So annoying. Get out of my way. I’m a mermaid on two wheels! Some woman named Elizabeth and I kept going back and forth. Decided hell with that and she was going down. Never saw her again. Counted 6 water bottles on the route. Apparently some people don’t practice grabbing and drinking. Rolled to transition and knee was REALLY pissed.
Tried to run.
So I embraced the power walk which I did until about the last mile then ran. Hit the beach and the hard sand…knee said no. There was some sort of blue grass band playing under the wharf. If I wasn’t busy being a bad ass mermaid I would have stopped to enjoy them.
So did a little trot over the finish line.
Texted Evil Kitten.
Slogged back uphill to my hotel and was asked by a boy (probably about 8) how was the race? I said awesome. He gave be a high 5.
I love beach towns.