I set out on this journey way back in November with the hope of completing a sprint triathlon. Before too long, competition got a hold of me and I was looking to finish in a certain time, and a certain percentile etc. While I didn’t quite hit my goal (time or percentile) in my A race, I performed well and was happy with how I did. In my most recent race, I actually won the Clydesdale division. It was a small race with about 120 competitors, but it was a big accomplishment for me. In my head it also meant to me that I’ve mastered the Clydesdale/fatboy thing and regardless of my weight (@212 lbs) it was time for me to start registering as an age group athlete. No more crutches.
So as this season of sprints (I’ve done 3 so far) has progressed, the thought of finding an Olympic distance race before the end of the season has entered my mind. I’d place no goals on myself other than to complete it smoothly and comfortably, getting me ready for next year when I plan on doing a few Olympics.
So the natural progression of this sport and the pattern that I seem to be adopting says that if I do an Oly at the end of my sprint year, then next year, the year of the Oly, I’ll need to do a 70.3.
In my head I’m comfortable with that idea. I think I could complete a 70.3 now. It wouldn’t be fast, but I would finish. I was reading another post today from a guy who recently did a 70.3. I looked at his results and thought, man that’s fast. Then I looked up someone else’s HIM results and thought the same thing. Guys running sub 2:00:00 1/2 marathons AFTER biking 56 miles. Not only that, those 56 miles were around 21 mph. The furthest I’ve ever ridden in 51 miles, and that was at 19 mph and it was flat, real flat. And if I’d tried to run a 3 mile brick when I was done, I’d have clocked a 15 minute pace.
The point is, that I have enough speed to perform well in a sprint, and I have enough endurance to finish a 70.3; putting the two together in order to finish a HIM in a respectable amount of time feels like a very long way off. It also reaffirms the respect and awe that I have for my fellow athletes.
I hope that one day I can put together a respectable 70.3, but in the mean time I’m just going to keep taking lots of baby steps and enjoying the ride. I remain humbled by the others out there. I’m mindful of where I was a year ago, and grateful that I’ve been able to come this far. I guess it’s the “gamer” in me that keeps getting frustrated.