|Begin at the sun|
This year, my son Noah was race support. We visited the capital building together. He was there for me at the finish line at 9 PM, like I suggested. I wouldn't be along until after 10 o'clock.
|Noah was race support|
Some people suggested that we skip the aero bars; that the course was endlessly hilly. Not so. The ride out until Mount Horeb has plenty of flat road. The moderate wind from the South East made riding in aero by far the preferred choice. After the climb to the village of Mount Horeb, the hilly parts begin. The twisty downhill of Garfoot Road and the steep drop on Timberline were posted with caution signs. I saw no evidence of crashes, but several flat tires, and a guy with a broken chain. Someone else had his behind-the-seat dual-bottle holder fall off onto the path. You need lock washers to hold that in place.
I love this bike course. The hills are tough going up, and a lot of fun coming down. There's plenty of them to enjoy. Especially Garfoot, with all of the bends in the road. It was shared road, and someone was coming up in her pickup as I flew down the first time. Yikes. The road surfaces weren't as bad as I remembered, except for Stagecoach. It's a mess that needs resurfacing. Old Sauk Pass was the worst of the struggles. Long, long, and steep, with crowds of silly people to cheer us on.
Coming in from the bike, I made my second great blunder. I got off, and started running to T2. I hadn't had sensation in my right foot for over an hour, and it wouldn't be commanded. The pain, then the limping set me to walking. I pulled something in my foot that still aches a week later.
In the queue to get into the water, the sun was an orange glow beyond the horizon. It rose just moments before race start. At the Friday briefing, they warned us of cold weather to come, but it didn't happen. We won the weather lottery, with the best conditions imaginable -- almost no wind, cool temperatures, but not chilly, and zero clouds.
Because of the threat of cold weather, I made a horrible blunder by choosing to wear a T-shirt under the wetsuit. It might keep me warm on the shore, I thought. Swimming, it chafed under the collar, and bunched up under my left armpit cutting at 4-inch long gash that hasn't healed in a week. It didn't bleed, but it hurt when it rubbed on anything. Mostly that was fine during the race. My cycling kit was loose enough not to affect it, and I carry my arms high enough on the run for it not to be a bother.
|One lap of the run|