
As mentioned in my previous post, I decided about a week ago that I would go back to race PMAL this year. I had a great time last year and did pretty well so with a stacked field (biggest ever for this race) and a fire burning to compete, I gave up my birthday to the least favorite activity of mine- flying in a metal box above the clouds- and headed over to Alabama on Thursday. But not without some added drama, courtesy of my least favorite airline (guess who) who charged me not only $175 for my bike, but an additional $125 because it was "overweight" (aren't all bike boxes overweight? Shouldn't there just be a one-time fee? grrr) plus $25 to check a bag, bringing my total to $325, which is ironic because that was the date, my birth date... I sobbed all the way through security, to the gate, which was located almost outside the airport (if you know DIA, it was in the downstairs area...) and then made a few phone calls and started getting upset all over again, explaining what heartless people work for this airline...
Once up in the air I promised myself not to dwell on it any longer and put on my best 'happy birthday girl' face as I was greeted by my home stay mom Angela upon arrival in Birmingham. My stay with her and her family was a blast, just like last year, even though I only gave them about 3 days notice this time around. We rallied together for a birthday dinner and then called it a day.
Race morning came and I was surprisingly not nervous. Perhaps the 12 noon start helped relax everything a little. The day called for sunshine and no rain, which was a treat compared to last year's threats of thunder storms. I didn't see the course beforehand, so race day would be my first time on it. I warmed up a little on the run course, which went uphill for the first mile, where I turned around, not knowing what the remainder would look like. The distances were a little longer this year: 10k run/60k bike/10k run. I have been putting in some miles on the run so I wasn't too concerned about the almost half marathon, split into 2 fast 10ks. I had heard the bike would be hilly, a true grit test.
The gun went off and men and women started together, which always makes for a fast first mile. I passed mine in just over 5:30, uphill... But I felt good so I went with it. Past the mark where I turned back for my warm up, it evened out a little and then went up again, followed by a steep downhill and then a more gradual false flat before coming back the same way and doing it again. I was leading the women at the 5k turnaround and I felt good. I now realize that maybe I felt a little too good and should have slowed up a bit. I hauled it back into T1 with a 30sec lead over second place, even passing a couple of the guys, oops. Well, I sure have never led a race before, so it felt kinda cool. I got on my bike as fast as I could and went off to tackle the hills for 37mi.
Go Time
First into T1 The bike consisted of 3 out and backs, making it great to see where your competitors were at in relation to you. I led most of the first loop and was eventually passed by last year's winner, a strong cyclist, as well as another uber biker (who actually rides bikes professionally) and I was well aware that this would happen. What I didn't expect was just how hard this bike course was with its many ups and downs, and technical turns, mixed with some serious head and cross winds. By lap 3 I was out of my fluids and fading fast. I caught up to a guy out for a "stroll" on his road bike and go to pass him, only to have him pass me back on the uphills. I wanted to yell at him to stop racing me, because I did not want a penalty should an official see this (is it even possible to get one with a random person racing you, not a fellow racer?) but I could not muster the energy to do so. If it weren't for the emergency 100cals of nutrition consumed at that point, I might have fallen off my bike. I recovered somewhat and told myself to just keep "your head down and pedal on, almost off the bike, and then back to my favorite leg- the run". Once back in transition, I knew I was in the hole and that this second run would take alot to complete.
I did a shuffle out of T2 as if I had just ridden an IM leg (actually, I am sure I looked better in IM), grabbed some more emergency nutrition and a swig of water and electrolyte drink and at this point 'crawled' back up the first hill. In front of me was 3rd place, well within reach, yet I could not get my body to do what my brain wanted. I could feel myself fading and knew it was going to be a long last 5k at the turnaround. I treated every aid station like a buffet and grabbed water and electrolyte, throwing the latter all over myself, thinking it was the former, getting mad at myself for doing so, but then not caring because I was already a sticky spit, salt and sweat covered mess. Oh yeah, the temps were warm, especially for someone coming from snow... I popped a salt tablet and credit it with keeping the cramps at bay, but the legs still would not turn. Feeling half paralyzed, I put one foot in front of the other, and hobbled back down the last hill into the finish, where I crossed the line in 4th place, less than 30 seconds behind 3rd, and then immediately collapsed to the ground.
I was helped up by two lovely volunteers over to the med tent where vitals were taken and fluids administered after I amazed the staff with my blood pressure readings which were well below what they should be after just having finished a 3+hr event. Eventually I made it over to awards and the much anticipated post race food table where I made sure to get my blood sugar levels back up. I am happy to say that despite my dreadful visit to bonk town mid-race and feeling like crap for the last run, I did get a coveted spot (awarded to top 4 finishers) on the 2010 World Duathlon Team, should I accept. The race will take place in Edinburgh, Scotland this September, so I might have some thinking to do... Overall, I am happy I stuck it out and didn't give into the discomfort. If anything, this was a huge character builder going into the season. It was by far the most grueling duathlon I have raced, and I am glad I got the chance to compete against some of the best in the sport and hang in there, even if it wasn't my best day.
Here are some links to a few articles and results. In the meantime, I hope to recover (legs are still not happy at this time) so that I can toe the line for another hilly race in 2 weeks.
USAT Press Release
News Article
Results
Thanks to all my sponsors and special kudos to team mates Jessica (who ran away with 2nd overall) and Brad, who represented Team Sport Beans/NTTC with me this weekend!
Thanks for reading, and last but not least, a few pictures of spring- from a visit to the Birmingham Botanical Gardens. Enjoy!

