We're probably all into our training by now and about to really get serious as warmer weather approaches, thought it might be fun to look back where we came from. What blunders or bloopers did you have when you started doing tris?
Mine was with my first tri. I had done all my swim training in the pool. The triathlon was in open water. So I start swimming & get to the 1st buoy & realized I don't know how to turn - never practiced that. So I thought, ok let's think about this, as I tried to stand - forgetting the water was some 15' & I couldn't touch the bottom. I don't know how I got around it, but eventually I did and had a few more to maneuver around too. It wasn't pretty, but I did have a good laugh at myself later. The concept of turning never occurred to me - even when I looked at the course & saw there would be turns.
Shortly thereafter I was swimming with a friend & asked her to stay in one spot & let me swim circles around her - literally, so I could practice turning. To be safe, I swam in both directions.
A few years later, my boss decided to do a tri - I told him the story & recommended he makes sure he knows how to turn, as we both laughed!
lol; slow is smooth, smooth is fast ;-)
Maybe a combination of nerves and way too much cytomax before getting body markings at the 2009 NYC Tri...When I got to T1, it was the longest bathroom pit stop ever!...Racing the NYC Tri again this year with plans of turning my 3:04:00 into a 2:15:00...fingers crossed...(may I should join the group "I pee on my bike")
lol pit stop in T1? You need to "relax" before you get out of the water = no T1 pit stop. ;o)
At a sprint triathlon I charged into T2, racked my bike and grabbed my running shoes. Then spent a frustrating minute trying to pull my shoes on. Couldn't understand why my heel wouldn't go in. And why they felt so tight. Then I took a look around. Wrong wetsuit, wrong towel, wrong goggles. What the...? Oops. Quietly put the shoes back down, unracked my bike and moved 3 places down. Apparently more than one person has Newtons.
"In some crazy scheme to turn a profit, they sold more than one" -Meet the Parents-
That is funny!
One of the first tri’s I did started with a 500-meter serpentine swim in a pool in early May. During registration each individual had to post his or her estimated 500-meter swim time, I put 12 minutes to be safe. (On a good day its around 10 minutes, but I would rather be held back then hold someone back in a pool swim). Well anyways I jumped in and started the swim, all of a sudden some guy AKA Michael Phelps, as I like to call him, simply swam over top me and kicked me in the face causing me to drink a lot of pool water. Well I finished the swim in 11:24 with this small set back. I started out on the bike, which was something out of a horror movie; 20k ride with a little over 800ft of climbing (out and back course, hills on the first part). Just as I was about to crest a hill my stomach was simply not enjoying the ride. On the next hill I saw the first group of riders coming back into town and I simply tossed my cookies, just like in that ironman youtube movie. I didn’t slowdown simple rode through it to finish with the 21st fastest bike split of the day. Got the running shoes and ran a 24:10, 5k. After the finish I walked up to my Mom and my Sister and said hey do you think this throw up will wash out?
For my first 70.3 (they were called Half Ironman back then) I borrowed my brother's aluminum bike since it was a better bike than I was riding at the time and I couldn't afford carbon fiber. It had a bad road vibration in it that I'd noticed in training, on race day I rode hard and got off the bike feeling pretty numb below the waist but ran out of transition with a slight tingling sensation like when your arm or leg "falls asleep." At about mile 2 of the run I felt something warm dripping down my leg, it had rained on and off all day so far and was raining lightly at this time so the wet didn't register. I had apparentlyl wet my self because I was too numb to realize that I had to make a port a potty stop. At the next aid station the volunteers were slightly stunned to see me pouring 3 or 4 cups of water down my pants to rinse off while it was raining out there, it must have been a funny sight. Fortunately the numbness went away in another mile or two. I upgraded to a low end carbon fiber bike and gel saddle before my next race, less vibration makes for a better feeling off the bike, and hopefully never having another accident on the course.
HA! After my 1st, and so far only, Century Ride, I was pretty sore. Felt like I was peeing fire. Never went numb though, thank goodness! I'd rather be a bit sore there vs numb.
It certainly wasn't my finest hour. The difference between the female and male apparatus lends itself to women rubbing raw between the saddle and chamois, my wife gets the peeing fire issue too. She now uses copious amounts of chamois butter, her current preference is for Assos, before every ride and in T1 during any tris she's racing. For me switching to a carbon fiber bike frame, seat post, and forks along with a gel saddle and gel padded shorts made all the difference in the world for the numbness issue. I gave up about 1.5 to 2 mph average speed for 60 plus mile rides, but the comfort increase is worth it and I haven't looked back. Now if I could only figure out a way to swap out my legs after 112 miles on the bike I'd be set, in fact I'd like to swap them out for a pair that come off a Kenyan Marathoner.
Considering I've been racing marathons for 25+ years and been doing triathlons for almost 5 years, I could write a novel. I'll just share one thing that happened to me at Ironman Florida last November, which is plenty... 20 minutes before the swim start, myself and a couple of other athletes found a group of Port-O-Cans with no lines. I did not realize that these were going to be reserved for medical personnel. I heard movement and rumbling, just thought it was people entering and exiting adjacent Port-O-Cans. Wrong. A guy was coming around and placing very sturdy zipties on all the doors so people could not get into them, but he was not checking to see if they were occupied. I could NOT get out. I had to beat on the door as loudly as I could and finally someone heard me with only 10 minutes to spare to the swim start. I barely made it down to the beach before the gun went off.