The 2024 Ice Breaker Triathlon marked the start of the tri season for me with my ultimate goal being to cross the finish line at IRONMAN California. As I write this, I think IM CA will be my last full triathlon...but we will see how the training goes.
Pre-Race
I woke up Saturday morning to rainy cold weather. It's not as if I wasn't aware of the forecast, I was. It's just that at 6:00am, looking out the kitchen window and seeing it, made me start to reconsider racing. I quickly told myself that staying home was not an option. If I chickened out of this race, IRONMAN California would be that much more difficult to get to the start line.
HS and I loaded up my car and headed to Folsom Lake about an hour an a half before race start. TBF Racing had been very clear that, due to construction at the lake, there would be a 15-20 minute walk to transition. What went unsaid is that there would be a 15-20 minute walk back to where the swim start was.
Check-in was easy. I had printed a copy of my USA Triathlon card and a copy of my drivers license and laminated them together. The lady at the registration desk loved it!! I took my numbers and had to go over what was what with the volunteer. This was my first triathlon since IRONMAN California 2022 and I was feeling like a newbie this morning.
After getting my bike and gear from the car, we started the long trek to transition...in the rain.
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| Transition is located at that white tent way in the background. |
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| Transition Credit TBF Race Photography |
After arranging my gear into two large clear blue recycling bags, I made my way to the swim start. In the shelter of the restroom/snackbar building overhang, I put on my thermal swim booties, my wetsuit, my thermal swim cap and the blue latex cap for my wave. I was tired after struggling to get into my gear, but at least I was warm. That is, until I got in the lake.
Swim
I made my way slowly into the water, letting it first penetrate the booties. It still felt cold, but eventually, my body would warm up the water trapped inside them. I continued walking until the bottom of my wetsuit zipper was submerged and the icy liquid flowed down my backside and started to fill the legs of my wetsuit. Eeek!
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| Still contemplating my life decisions that got me here ;-) |
When I was almost chest deep, I stopped. In my mind I kept hearing Coach James telling me to stick my face in and blow bubbles. Which I did, reluctantly. I know it's supposed to help, but it was so cold. Eventually, I pushed off the bottom and took several strokes. Cold water flooded into my ears and I remembered the one thing I forgot. My silicone ear plugs.
I turned around, took a few more strokes (Warm-up done!) and went to find HS. Thankfully, we had put my tri bag back in the car so it wouldn't get soaked. I asked him to go and try to find the ear plugs and get back before the start. He made quick work of finding them. Yay! My ears were going to be protected from the piercing cold water.
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| My swim wave entering the water Credit TBF Race Photography |
The swim started. I didn't get in a hurry. I strode out slowly until it was deep enough to swim and then I just swam. It is actually nice with the ear plugs in because there is a serenity in the silence. It was also nice that everyone was so aware of their space and I was only bumped and slapped (my feet) a few times. I continued swimming, stopping every once in a while to see where I was at. My Garmin data shows a fairly straight swim (for me anyways).
Swim exit was almost as casual as the start!
I am thankful I put a pair of shoes out, because it
was close to 1/2 a mile to transition through
sand, rocks and mud!
Bike
Cold does not begin to describe how I felt on the bike!
When I got to transition, I stripped off all my thermal swimming gear and slipped on my helmet, the easiest piece of gear when you are soaking wet. I had a pair of riding socks, but my cycling shoes that I had just pulled out of the bag and set next to my bike were already getting soaked by the rain. I've raced without socks in the past, I figured I didn't need them now.
I grabbed my riding gloves next, knowing how cold and miserable my fingers can get. However, in what looked like a reenactment of the infamous court scene where a pair of dried, bloody gloves were tried on, I stopped before I got the first one on. I would just have to ride without them.
I slipped on a pair of clear riding glasses because I really hate water in my face and jogged off to the mount line. I have no pictures of the ride due to the fact that transition was so far away and there were no spectators on the course.
I opted to ride my road bike today. Unfortunately, the bike decided to act up and for some reason I struggled to shift into a high gear. I could downshift easily on a climb, but then I was stuck spinning for a while until I could get the bike to change gears...usually right before I needed to climb again. Anyone that has rode this course, knows that it is twisty, turny with lots of ups and downs. Having a bike that didn't want to cooperate was not ideal.
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| I'm not smiling, my face is frozen! Credit TBF Race Photography |
As I said, cold does not begin to describe how I felt. I was in my sleeveless tri suit, soaking wet, sharp rain pelting my skin at times. My bike does not have disc brakes, so I was very, very cautious. I averaged 14.7 miles per hour on this ride. I can safely say that is probably my slowest race ride average ever. Even at IM CA 2022, in the brutal winds, I still averaged 16.12 mph! So, due to my slow pace, I got to enjoy more time in the cold.
I was relieved to finally complete the second loop and head into transition. I unclipped and struggled to dismount my bike. My legs and arms were so cold, they didn't want to bend or move as I directed. I gingerly jogged over to my rack and hung the bike. I took off the helmet and glasses and tossed them into the bag with some of my swim gear. I pulled out a dry towel and wiped my feet and took the time to put on a soft, dry pair of running socks. Heaven!! I slipped on my shoes, knowing full well that my sock would be soaked in minutes.
I then started cleaning up my space and putting some loose gear away in the bag. "Stop!" I told myself. "Do that later." I have no idea what possessed me to clean up at that point, maybe I was just delaying the run. I pulled on my running cap, thankful for the protection from the endless drops of rain and started running.
Run
The long run from transition.
Perhaps it was my freezing cold legs, but I felt fresh headed out on the run. My steps felt light and I just jogged along easily. I had grabbed my handheld water bottle with electrolytes in it because I didn't want to slow down at the aid stations. Unfortunately, the first time I tried to take a drink, I almost knocked out a tooth. I was shaking so badly that I couldn't steady the bottle enough to get a drink. Maybe things weren't as good as they seemed.
Since I hadn't studied the map of the run course, I was surprised when we ran past the standard turn around point and continued on up the hill. Even though I was freezing, the course was beautiful and it took my mind off of being cold. Actually, running in cold weather, even with rain, is 100% better than riding a bike in the same weather ;-)
I closed in on a female runner with 42 on the back of her leg. Some people had body markings, others did not. She told me to go ahead and pass her and I replied "That's ok." I was focused on just running and watching where I stepped, not racing. I wanted to get out of this race injury free.
Post Race
Eventually I crossed the finish line. I was so happy, but the misery wasn't over yet.
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| Happy face, happy race :-) |
I went to the car and put on semi-dry clothes. I should have packed a warmer jacket for post race and an umbrella but I never would have thought it would be raining the entire time. I also didn't expect that it would be so cold. This is April in California, right?
I had HS scan the QR code for the results. No sense standing around if I didn't need to. The results showed me placing first in my age group. We were going to have to wait. I got a plate of pasta from the post-race food tent hoping that it would warm me up. It was lukewarm and after a bite, I handed the plate to HS. The snack bar was open for business, so we headed over to see what they had.
It was warm inside and the friendly lady at the counter brewed up a fresh pot of Folger's coffee for us. I couldn't wait to take a sip and finally feel warm. As we walked out to see where award ceremony was at, I tried lifting the paper cup to my mouth. I started shaking so badly that I splashed out half the coffee. HS tried to steady my hand so I could take a drink. I am not lying when I said I was freezing.
The award ceremony seemed painfully slow but eventually they called my name and I stood on the podium by myself. The only other female in my age group was still on the course. I collected my award and started the long trek to get my bike and gear...feeling happy that I didn't sit this one out, feeling even happier that I was headed home to a warm bath!
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