An Initial Workout


I had planned for a bike ride early this morning.  A step in rebuilding after tearing down. I did a bit of research last night and decided to check out part of the Medina River Greenway starting at the Pleasanton Road Trailhead.  A nice easy, meandering ride along the Medina River near the Toyota Tundra plant in south San Antonio.

All the best made plans and aspirations tend to fail at times.  With a restless night, a few trips to the  bathroom and finally being awaken by the cat at 9am, I could feel the bike slip away as my feet hit the floor this morning.  Groggy, tired, and perhaps a bit dehydrated, I really wanted a small breakfast and a good cup of coffee. Then we will re-evaluate.

Re-Evaluating the Best Plans

Upon re-evaluating, the oldest trick in the book became my block.  I waited too late and the heat of the day was upon us.  San Antonio quickly gets warm, shooting up into the 90’s and low 100’s by mid-day.  Today was no different.  It was warm and that is my block. I worry about getting dehydrated, sun-burned, and doing more damage than good. On the plus side, the heat sends the rattlesnakes to their rock covered dens.

Finding My Workout Gear

fitness gear for successWhile I wavered on my plans, after walking by the duffel bag, I was inspired to see what was inside.  I had set the duffel bag out next to the bike because I knew my Cookie Monster Jersey was in it.  Upon leaving Colorado, I threw all of my workout clothes, bike stuff, and other related into my workout duffel.  My initial reaction was the clothes wouldn’t fit.  Good thing I looked!!  I found a pair of shorts I forgot I bought, I found some lovely REI workout shirts that fit, and my package of Under Armor super duper workout boxer briefs.  I had everything I needed for a gym workout!

Well, everything but a heart rate monitor.  My Garmin GPS HR device was nowhere to be found.  I think it ended up in one of my electronics boxes during the move.  Finding it would be difficult.  So, I decided to run the risk of using my Amazon Fit Bip.  When it comes to heart rate monitors, this thing sucks.  It only refreshes once per minute (I know I could change that), and it is highly inaccurate.  Typically when my HR is high, it shows me resting.  Would it work this time?

Let’s Do This!

I got dressed and headed down to the “fitness room” of my apartments.  It is more of a fitness closet than a room, but with three machines (treadmill, recumbent bike, and elliptical) and a weight machine, it is really only big enough for one, maybe two in a pinch.

So, here I am, in my tiny little gym.  You know what happened?  I got excited.  I got inspiration.  My inner kid said, “bring it on!”.

And bring it on we did.  But we played it safe.  We initially started with a goal of one mile on the elliptical.  Then the goal increased to 15min.  My quads were feeling it, my lungs were surprised, and my head was on cloud 9.  The Amazon Bip was useless.  It did not record many “steps” and the heart rate said I was sleeping, not working out.  Using the HR function of the machine, the heart seemed to stay around 170 bpm.  That felt accurate.

After the elliptical, I couldn’t help myself, I had to use the weights machine.  I had visions of my workouts from 10-years ago.  I started with a split squat press.  Morphed into an anti-rotation twist, and then ended with one my most favorite exercise, squat and row.

A Corner Stone Established

OMG…  life is good again.  I did it.  My first official workout of my new journey is in the book.  While total time was only 25 minutes, it is a start.  I remember when 25 minutes would just be a warmup.  But then I cannot compare myself today to the person I became 10-years ago, a triathlete.  I can use those visions for inspiration, but not for personal shame. The reprogramming will go on.

And so the workouts with go on.  An initial workout has been checked off the to do list. This is the foundation for greatness ahead.  Or at least until the “runner’s high” wears off.

2012 Goleta Beach Triathlon – Initial Result Analysis


Being a Data Analyst and Triathlete mean race results are super exciting for me.  The results are almost as exciting as the real event… almost!  I find it interesting to see which Age Groups were fastest and how they compared between the Sprint and Olympic events. Data can tell you a lot about an event, its character and even help you make a smart decision in choosing an event to compete in. If you are a competitive triathlete, do you know how the top 10 stack up?

Overall Results

So, without further ado, here are some interesting insights from the preliminary 2012 Goleta Beach Triathlon results by SB Timing with analysis by TrainingMetrix:

Three distinct races and three distinct finish time patterns.

The blue line is the Sprint, the Green line is the Olympic and the Orange line is the Duathlon event.   What fascinates me the most about these lines are their long tails.  While there was one person who finished the Sprint in three hours, the Olympic course had a much shorter “long tail” of finish times.   The Duathlon was a tiny event and probably a great event for anyone who wanted to place in their Age Group and get a quick medal.

In each of the events, the top 10 stand out as you can see a steep slope from the y-axis, defining the “pro” or “competitive” athlete from a more recreational athlete.

Surprising Sexes

After looking at the counts of Male and Female athletes by event, I was shocked to see that while the Sprint and Duathlon had an equal distribution of M to F, the Olympic event was 2/3 male, 1/3 female.  In fact for every female, there were 2.33 men competing.

Very distinct distributions by event.

At the risk of offending someone, I will limit my inferences as to what the male domination of the Olympic means.   I will simply say further research and participant interviews will be needed.

What Does Age Have To Do With It?

Looking at the count of participants by Age Group, as well as the Average Age by event, we can see the Olympic event is favored by older athletes.  The Sprint histogram by Age Group trails off more steeply after the 40-44 Age Group, while the Olympic event has a sudden drop off at the 55-59 Age Group. (see charts in section above)

The averages by event indicate this as well, the average age of the Sprint triathlete is 36.1 vs 37.5 for the Olympic.  Given this insight, the Olympic is clearly dominated by more experienced Men.

So, Are The Old Guys Faster?

Well, yes.  This is where we see a major difference in the results between the Olympic and Sprint events.  The fastest Age Group for the Sprint is the 35-39 group, whereas the Olympic’s fastest Age Group was the 45-49 (the 65-69 group was fastest but only had one triathlete, so this is statistically insignificant result).

The older Age Groupers are faster in the Olympic event.

Likewise, in general the Sprint tended to have faster athletes in the younger age groups (<40), but the Olympic tended to have faster times in the older age groups (40+).  This makes sense as it takes time to build up the endurance to be a fast endurance athlete. Not to mention speed comes with experience, which comes with age.

What about those Top 10?

The top 10 is an interesting place to look and it certainly illustrates just how competitive each event really is.  For instance, the Sprint is the most popular and has the widest range of athletes and abilities, whereas the Olympic has the more seasoned athletes and is the tougher course.

And the results support this.  The top 10 for the Sprint had an average finish time of 0:48:10 and an 0:01:56 deviation (4.0% of the average).  Not only is this a really insanely fast time, but the top 10 finished closely.  Compare this to Olympic which had a finish time of 2:12:52 and an 0:03:40 deviation (just 2.7% of the average).  Wow, imagine bustin’ your butt for over two hours and have a top 10 finish come down to less than four minutes.   Those older, more experienced athletes know how to race!

One last word on the top 10.  The top 10 are both dominated by men (sorry ladies!), with 9 of the 10 Sprint finishers Men and all 10 Olympic being men.

Summary

Data is a fascinating that can help each athlete determine the best race for their goal.  The 2012 Goleta Beach Triathlon offers very distinct events for triathletes of all types. From a distinctly older Olympic event to the Sprint with its equal Sex mix and faster younger athletes, you can easily see he evolution of the triathlete in the data.  Makes me wonder how many of the triathletes in the top 25% of the Sprint will be competing in the Olympic in a few years?

Cheers!

Wet, Dreary, But Awesome: 2011 Carpinteria Triathlon


The Carpinteria Triathlon Sprint is the best triathlon on the central coast of California (at least according to me).  Despite heavy mist that slowly soaked everything to the core, cold air and an otherwise dreary day, the 2011 Carpinteria Triathlon is in the history books.  It is a triathlon I will be talking about for a while to come.

Here are the highlights:

Pre-Race

  • Arriving at 5:45am and getting stuck in the queue waiting for transition to open was a little insane given an 8:20 start time.
  • My transition was at the far end of the transition area, meaning I had a looonngg sprint with the bike to the bike out, but a brief sprint to the run out.
  • Despite the cold, wet weather everyone was in good spirits and I quickly setup my transition using my Gyst bag.
  • The practice went well with the water not too cold (around 62) and not very clear.
  • The GPS went dead. The old, data-geek Aric would have panicked, but the new Aric thought this was a sign from above to just trust the body and let go.

Swim (19:39)

  • Horn blew and I found myself in the pack!  Oh boy, I was actually keeping up with other athletes for a change.
  • Getting to the first buoy felt like swimming up a hill. What?
  • Rounding the first buoy, sighting was an issue, so I just followed the pack. You’d be amazed how far off course people swim, so don’t trust the legs in front of you!
  • Rounding the last buoy, the swim in took forever as my technique got so bad that I was swimming in circles.  I think I swam twice the distance.

T1 (03:21)

  • Finding transition was easy, just a few rows to the right.
  • It was hard getting the wetsuit off, it kept getting caught on my ankle and binding up.  Spent a little too much time fiddling with it.
  • The bike gear went on quickly, so off I went on my run to bike out.
  • Consistent, slow pace was the strategy running through transition.

Bike (32:22)

  • At the mount/dismount line, the first big problem.  I dropped my chain. It only took a second to get it back on, but I sliced open my thumb on the crank while doing so.  The first two miles was gushing blood.
  • Despite the blood and cold air, I settled into a pace behind another cyclist.
  • It was uphill for the first half of the course and the quads knew it.
  • I’ve mastered the art of opening sealed packages with my teeth and manipulating food one handed while cruising.  A Clif Bar was the fuel needed for the run.
  • It is amazing how much dirt one collects on their body riding down a dirty, wet road.
  • Do they make windshield wipers for sunglasses?
  • Getting passed was a regular thing, but I managed to pass a few people.
  • Getting back to T1, I felt great and was ready to take on the run.

T2 (02:26)

  • I have to run alllll the way down there?  Yep.
  • After arriving at my spot, it was a matter of racking the bike, switching shoes and grabbing the hat.
  • Out onto the run course I went.

Run (33:58)

  • I have no idea what pace I settled into, but it felt slow. Happy the GPS was dead!
  • Getting passed on both the right and left at the exact same time is a little psychologically messed up.
  • Consistent… be in the moment… the finish line isn’t going anywhere so why worry about it?
  • While I wanted to see my heart rate data and pace, I was glad the GPS died, because the body was feeling good.  I pushed it a little harder.
  • Whoa! Who put the run turn-around at City Hall?  I have to run 0.11 mile farther this year?  ugh!
  • Turning around, it was mostly down hill from here.
  • The residents are out in their lawn chairs, cheering us on! How cool is that?
  • Turning into the finish chute, I felt done.  Still, I picked up the pace for a modest finish.
  • I hope my gut isn’t hanging out in my finish line photo…  that jersey is like two sizes too small for me.

Overall, it was a really fun, exciting race.   It reminded me why I speak so fondly of the Carpinteria Triathlon.  With a final result of 1:31:46, I was pleased.  (results are posted here) From a numbers perspective, that is roughly five minutes faster than last year’s result, but still about 45 seconds away from a PR.

So, did my strategy work?  Once the GPS died and I decided to focus on relaxation and being in the moment, I think it payed off with dividends.  Not having the distraction of the data and not having to fiddle with the GPS during T1/T2 freed my mind and let me focus on what mattered.  It took me three years to figure this out, but it is a strategy to use going forward.

I am also going to spend a little time developing my tan for the next triathlon.  The combination of a pale farmer’s tan with a two sizes too small tri club jersey makes me a candidate for a triathlete make over.   In order to save myself the embarrassment of laughing grandkids, I’ll put this one near the top.

Since the Carpinteria Triathlon Sprint was my last scheduled tri of the season, I will start focusing on what my 2012 goals should be.  While I hope to better my time at both Santa Barbara and Carpinteria next year, I am also hoping to be a race director and hold a duathlon or two in 2012.

Stay tuned… things are just starting to get exciting.

2011 Santa Barbara Triathlon: Awesomely Done!


2011 Santa Barbara Triathlon Sprint Finished!

1:07:29 –  22 of 24 <results available here>

Given my crazy training year and the lack of ocean swimming practice I’ll take it! It was just fun to get out there on a beautiful Santa Barbara morning and race, support friends, and enjoy the wonderful sport of triathlon.

I wasn't last. Thank goodness! (unofficial results)

The swim was longer than last year (again!), the bike was more competitive, but the run felt consistently slow.  I feel like I am progressing, but at a slow rate.  Can’t wait to see what happens when I can put in a full 6 to 8 weeks of training before.

Line represents my split times

More coming later and a full race report!

Camarillo Duathlon: A Race to Never Forget


For the past three years, since the very first Camarillo Duathlon was publicized, I have had the goal of completing the course. Due to cancellations, scheduling conflicts, and even injury, I couldn’t quite get my butt down to Camarillo at the right time to get it done!  This race turned into one of those long-term achievements that happen later for a reason.

Back in early 2009 when I set the goal, the race was just an Olympic event (5k run, 20mi bike, 5k run), but today it offers a sprint (1.5mi run, 10mi bike, 1.5mi run).   So, when I arrived at Freedom Park in the wee hours of August 14, 2011, I was feeling a little like I had taken the easy road with the sprint.  Little did I know that in a matter hours, I would be on cloud 9.

Before I go too much further, I would like to commend Bill Escobar for creating this awesome event for us.  Hearing his announcements that morning, watching him interact with the public and volunteers, he demonstrated a passion for multi-sport and a level of hospitality that I haven’t seen before.  Clearly he loves what he does and I am honored to be a participant in his events.

Without further ado, here are my highlights from the event.  I will spare you the novel that I wrote earlier (you know that blow by blow narrative that is a tad long to post here, but if you want a copy of it, please email me armh31″at”gmail.com).

Run #1

Of course the start was pretty melodramatic.  We lined up and the horn blew.  The pack ran off ahead and instead of following the speedy types, I settled into my groove.  By the first turn, I was at the back of the pack, but I didn’t care.  There were plenty of aircraft to admire along the route. As long as I wasn’t last, I was doing well…. observing, strategizing, and plane spotting!

T1 & Bike

Heading into transition I felt winded and one glance at my heart rate said I had pushed the run a tad hard.  Mounting the bike, I sailed out onto the streets amongst the fields of Camarillo.  With authorities keeping those pesky cars at bay, I settled into a decent pace for the 10 mile loop.

That is until the dude in the yellow jersey passed me.  I don’t know why, but having HIM pass me turned a switch and the game was on! As hard as I tried to keep up with him, I couldn’t quite catch him… until nearly the end of the course.  Things got really interesting as I saw him up ahead and slowing down.  I easily passed him and we exchanged glances.

I thought I had him when, all of the sudden, a half mile later he goes whizzing passed me.  I turn up the speed and start chasing him down, but the zigzags back to dismount kept me from catching him.

Then he made a mistake.  He stopped a good 15 feet from the actual dismount line and I went sailing passed him again only to brake hard and stop right on the dismount line itself (a little trick I learned from an experienced triathlete).  I had 15 feet on him and I ran hard with the bike to the transition.  I still had him!

Run #2 & Finish

The Author Following the Race

With a quick switch of gear, I headed out on the run, not even looking back to see where the mister yellow jersey was. I didn’t care, I had a lead to maintain, so I kept a fast (for me) but steady pace that I was certain I could handle all the way back to the finish.  Since I had just run the same course, I knew what to expect and knew that once I was half way down the dirt road, turn on the sprint to finish.

But at the turn around, I saw that my competition had ditched the yellow jersey and wasn’t that far behind me.  I was nervous so I picked up the pace just a bit more.  Passing him, I could see in his eye that he already gave it his all.  I had won… unless I screwed up.

Hitting the dirt road was when the legs seriously started to protest. Just as I considered my options, I was passed by an older guy whom I knew was a sprint participant.  He was moving fast for his build and age, so I wasn’t about to give up my spot to him.  A little earlier than I wanted, I went into sprint mode and ran him down.

Luckily, there was a curb to run around to the finish chute, which he negotiated rather slowly compared to my more flexible maneuver.  Then it was a sprint to the finish and I beat him by two seconds.

And that was the end of a race I will never forget.

Sprint Results Plotted (courtesy TrainingMetrix)

With my overall time of 1:09:31, I was happy to see myself just ahead of the Sprint race average of 1:10:33.   That was good for 32nd place of 69 competitors.  Camarillo Duathlon Sprint Race results were plotted by TrainingMetrix (graph above is reproduced with their permission) and you can see I am just ahead of average (the red dot).

So, have I achieved that goal I set years ago?  As much as I want to say yes, I still have to finish the Olympic course and we might save that for 2012.  But with the third race of 2011 coming up on Sept. 4th, I might just give the sprint one more try in 2011!

Note: I am working compiling some video of the race (the Olympic start) and will post a video post here when it is complete.

Survey: Triathlon Training Solutions


One thing that is near and dear to my heart is analytics.  The second thing that is near and dear to my heart is triathlon.  What happens when you put the two together?  Triathlon analytics that can be applied to race results, triathlon training and nutrition.

It is such a fascinating topic to me that I recently created a solution called TrainingMetrix, which is still under development.  One of the goals of TrainingMetrix is to produce the best triathlon training analysis solution that gives you the feedback to perform.  I call it focused performance.

If you currently track workouts and nutrition via a 3rd party online solution, Excel, or just a simple notebook, please take the following survey (via SurveyMonkey): Triathlon Workout Tracking Survey.  The information will help me create the next generation solution that will help you perform your best.

Cheers!

My 2010 Carpinteria Triathlon Sprint Race Report


Below is the text that I wrote a few days after the 2010 Carpinteria Triathlon discussing my experience with this year’s event.  I decided that it was quite emotional for me and I put a lot those emotions into the story.  I debated about changing it before posting it here as my race report.  You know, triathlons are emotional, so why should I change that? Besides, a number of people I shared this with found it incredibly inspiring.   So, from the heart, here is my 2010 Carpinteria Triathlon race report:

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The 2010 Carpinteria Triathlon Sprint

Carpinteria Triathlon… those two words mean a lot.  This triathlon is not only one of the best triathlons on the central coast due to its stunningly beautiful location, but because it presents many challenges.  Challenges that include weather, ocean conditions, venue layout, and topography.

In the days before this triathlon, I became quite nervous and saddened.  For much of the 2010 triathlon season, I dreamed about the awesome finish I was going to have at this event.  But on 9/4, I was stung by a bee and discovered that I was highly allergic.  Not only did this nearly kill me and knock me on my butt for a week, but my body took a long time to recover.  It felt like I was just getting back into normalcy in the days leading up to the event.

With the lost dream, the passion to compete, and the possibility of merely finishing this event, I arrived at the transition area at 5:30 only to discover that the I had to wait half an hour before it opened.  Yep, they moved everything back half an hour compared to last year.

Once in transition, setting up took no time at all thanks to my Gyst Transition bag.  I met some friends and had some great discussions.  Then I realized that I was surrounded by the pros.  Yep, this year, the amateurs stayed home…  it sunk in that I might actually finish last in my age group.   Yeppers, I was the slowest by far of the people standing at my age group rack…  standing among Ironmen, personal trainers and triathletes who have been this at least twice as long as I have.

The good news was that our transition rack was in the middle of the REALLY, really long transition area.  Last year, I got stuck in the far west side of the transition area, meaning that I had to run nearly 1/3 mile with the bike before exiting.  This year, we were in the middle, so swim in, bike out, run out were fairly equal.  Still, the transition area was nearly a full city block long and barely two racks wide.

As the started to rise, we were all treated to a cloudless sky, a fog-free coastline, and mild temperatures. An already beautiful location was basking in the best weather we have seen in months.  The low, blinding sun was one of the most awesome things I’ve seen in a long-time.

As time ticked by and the race start time approached, I disappeared to my own little corner of the park and started my stretching.  Rumors began to fly that the ocean temperature was somewhere between 53 and 64…  of course rumors are never accurate, but both numbers would turn out to be true.   I purposely avoided visiting the beach early that morning.  I knew what waited for me and while I traditionally greet the ocean, I decided it would be best if it didn’t know I was coming.

At the crucial time, I forced my way into the wetsuit, turned on the GPS, did one last visual check of the transition area, grabbed a last minute handful of almonds and began the walk to the ocean.

Much to my surprise, the ocean was quite calm.  Much to my shock, the buoys were placed on the outside of the swim markers.  What I thought was already a long swim, just go longer, a lot longer.

Stepping into the surf as I walked the length of the swim course to the start line, I was pleasantly surprised to feel such warm water wrap my feet.  Wow, 64 was about right.  But that wasn’t necessarily true.  Heading out for a practice swim with 10 minutes to start I discovered two problems, 1) we were swimming into the bright sun and my goggles weren’t tinted and 2) after swimming past the break, the water dropped at least 10 degrees, so 53 was about right.  My hands, feet, and head were frozen in seconds.

Lining up at the start, I was pleasantly relaxed.  Not only was I telling countless jokes to those around me, but I wasn’t afraid of what was about to happen.  I was simply enjoying the moment, so happy to be alive to enjoy the moment and stand on the beach that morning.

The horn blew and the wall of men in front of me disappeared.  While I was really tempted to take off after them, I wanted to enjoy this.  I calmly walked down the beach to the water with a few others and made a slow, calculated, and calm entry into the water.  I started side stroking, crawling, and doggy paddling my way to the first buoy.  Half way there, I wondered where it was and how anyone could possibly put the damn buoy so far out to sea.

I reminded myself that not everyone has GPS, can read a map, nor could they be sane, and instead concentrated on keeping my breathing under control and not over exerting myself with each successive stroke.  In previous triathlons, I would try to swim so hard, that I would quickly wear myself out.

You see, the more you exert yourself, the more oxygen your muscles need and the more oxygen you need to take in and the higher the heart rate.  Since in swimming, the object is to breathe as little as possible, swimming at a moderate, calm pace is the key to keeping my body calm.  So, I focused on enjoying the moment, enjoying that fact that I could only see one small yellow buoy at a time, and that some of swimmers were dropping like flies in a pesticide aisle.

But the ocean wasn’t done with me.  Moving toward the last few buoys the swell kicked up, trying hard to interrupt my breathing pattern.  As hard as it tried, it didn’t succeed and I happily rounded the last buoy to nowhere and headed toward shore.  Just when I thought I was on the home stretch, the ocean said, ‘no way.’   About 1/3 the way toward shore after the buoy, riptide.  You can see it, you can feel it and it sucked.  It was like time stood still and the other swimmers had the same confused look.  Ah well, time is meaningless.

Getting smacked by the final wave as I stood up, I suddenly felt every stroke of the last 18 minutes.  I felt like I had swam to Kona and back.   Taking off the head gear, and making sure I still had all my body parts, I began walking up the sand feeling like I was near a heart attack.  Sure, the other youngin’s and more fit triathletes RAN by me.  My only thought was, ‘who’s bright idea was it to invent sand?”

Reaching pavement and the transition area,  I started to focus on how much fun this bike ride was going to be.  Finding my bike was easy, it was the only one still racked (see there are advantages to being last out of the water!!).

Stripping off the new, one size smaller and therefor tighter fitting wetsuit took a little longer than I expected.  In fact, I kept trying to rip my timing chip off with it. Oh well, time is meaningless.

Toss on the shoes, the helmet, shorts, grab the protein bar, bike and run…  overall, not bad for T1, still pretty sorry compared to the Pros that were miles ahead of me.

Mounting the bike and feeling the warm air pass over my wet body was like going to heaven.  I love cycling and I love being on the bike.  While I felt tired, the quads made it extremely clear that I had side stroked too much and protested every movement with the pedals.

The first hill was painful and I kept my cadence high, around 85.  Still the quads protested.  I knew that if I could make it up to the top of the hill on the SR192, I had this made.  The first part of the bike was uphill and the last few miles was a gradual hill back to transition.

Surviving the hill climb and coming down the backside of the hill to the open fields below, I saw the second most beautiful sight of the day.  THe first was the bright, morning sun over transition, but the bright moon, blue skies and green fields and open vista was nearly as breathe-taking.  It is moments like this that really make those long, hard, sweaty, painful workouts worth it.

Cruising back toward the left had turn onto Linden Ave, I fell into a happy zone and actually passed a number of people. Of course, I was getting passed frequently by those professional cyclist that have high seats and solid rear wheels that sound like a freight train coming by.  Yep, I can’t compete with those guys, but someday, I will be one of them.

Setting my eye on the intersect of SR192 & Linden I debated about slowing down.  Sure, I could slow down and take it safely, but that wouldn’t be fun.  So, I cranked harder and picked up a little more speed.  The volunteer shouted “sprint left, olympic right.”  I nodded and noticed that the deputy was standing right in the middle of the intersection.   Boy was that the wrong place to stand and I already decided I wasn’t slowing down.  So, I began to left and felt the energy start to shift.  I pushed the handlebars left and suddenly realized this was going to be a lot closer than I thought.  Realizing this as well with about 10 ft to go, the deputy wisely took to giant steps backward and I went whizzing by him, smiling an nodding in appreciation of his service.

I was on home stretch, but instead of keeping myself from over-exerting, I pulled back and simply enjoyed the last obstacle, crossing Carpinteria Ave at Linden.  The setup was for bikes to stay left and traffic to stay right.  This meant that cars and bikes had to share the same space.  Of course, drivers in a car panic everytime a fast moving cyclist approaches, especially when they are suddenly surrounded by cyclists.  The Honda Element driver strangely decided to gun it across my path, which resulted in a loud yell and finger being pointed by the deputy at this intersection.  Luckily he saw what was about to happen and prevented myself and two other cyclist from colliding with the impatient Honda driver.

Coming down to the dismount, I was quite sad.  It was such a beautiful day and this ride was short, only 9 miles.  But it was time to finish this out.  T2 was long because the transition area was long and I also took an extra moment to gulp down some protein shake I had left at transition and take a bite of bar.

Heading out for the run, my legs were sore, heavy and uncooperative.  Strategy here was simply to take it consistent, which meant slow.  The worst part of the run was running on the crowned street.  The difference in running surface between the two legs is about 1/2 inch, which means that my right leg has to travel farther than the left.  This was extremely problematic last year and it was again this year.  About 3/4 mile in, it happened.  The inside of my right calf seized along with my right ankle.  I was done for, this was going to be slow, painful, and dorky.

Running along the Carpinteria neighborhoods provided some much needed shade from the sun that was now overhead.   The great thing was running with a few people I knew.  They came up from behind, but i couldn’t keep up with them, which shortened our conversation.  It was still great and made me push a little harder.

After asking the water girls if they had beer, it was time to turnaround and head back.  Still painful and now running out of energy, I could feel the stomach acid building, the nausea starting and the right leg hurt like it never did before.  I ran on the sidewalk as much as possible, which really seemed to help.

The finish wasn’t as impressive as in the past.  I finished at the tail end of another group and got lost in the crowd.  Still it was over and I was sad.

Total time was 1:36:15, about five minutes slower than last year.  In fact, with the longer swim, one could argue that this was a wash with last year’s finish.   As content as I wanted myself to be, that dream of a grand finish simply didn’t happen and now it was a reality.   That voice in the back of my head wanted to cry, but instead it lit a new fire in me.   A fire that wants 2011 to be what 2010 was supposed to be.  This time I have a bonus, I have the opportunity to set the best foundation possible over the winter to make sure I can kick ass next year.  I have time to get the nutrition planning figured out, I have time to get the support network re-established, I have time to find a trainer that can help with workouts, and I can continue to build the relationship with my tri coach.