Finally this weekend was the one race that was the one an only goal race when I made up my mind to do triathlons this summer. I trained my butt off all summer (including 5 other tris that weren't part of the "plan")...but it wasn't because of anything physical that I had what I call the worst race ever! I mentally slaughtered myself on the course.
Bike - it's a brutal course, but it's hometown and it's what I've trained on all summer. The first wave off is elites, relays and heavyweights (athena/clydes). I'm pissed because I'm at the back of the pack. (hind sight - why was I mad, they are elite for a reason - they can kick my butt) I'm grumpy because it's cold (hind sight - I'm really looking for excuses here - it's cold for everyone else too!)
T1 - Tried to take my shoes off on the bike like I'd practiced, ended up unclipping instead of pulling foot out...too late to keep trying...running with bike shoes unvelcroed. Try to hang up the bike on the rack, it falls off. I think the only thing that went right here was that I remembered to put my goggles in my suit so I didn't have to find them in the transition.
Swim - coming from a 50 degree ride into an 80+ degree pool. OUCH! literally it burned. I started to pull my head out of my rear as I started passing people and telling myself to start the race over and forget about the bike. End of swim...this is the only pool swim I've done where they make you touch the last wall. Usually you can pull off early at the ladder. Ok...others in front of me have had no problem climbing out of the pool at the end. Yeah, well I slip and take all the skin off of my knees and have to try again.
T2 - bloody knees and I are starting to get rather grumpy again. I walk the transition (still not sure why I did that)
Run - this was my final undoing (and it's still 50 degrees out). At one point I had got the start-over mentality and picked a person to pace off of....then I'm not sure what happened next, but I walked for the second time and really lost it (I've never had to walk the run, and it felt like failure).
Final results - if I only would've run the whole run...I would've place where I usually do. Point being, it wasn't a bad race, I just had a bad attitude.
So...moral of the story here...if you can conquer your own head, you can conquer anything!