Friday, July 26, 2013

Lost and Found Podium Part 2: Padden Road Duathlon

Last weekend, I did the Padden Road Duathlon. Again, down the street from me. I told my teammate Bart the other night that the real reason I'm running these days is that it pissed me off that I couldn't run a couple miles without hurting myself. I don't think I quite knew it myself until I said it, but now that I have, I realize that's the primary reason. My wife would say that since I had some trouble with running, now I had to conquer it.

This is a local duathlon put on by the City of Bellingham Parks and Rec department. Everyone shows up from serious triathletes to people who couldn't think of something better to do with their Saturday mornings. It's one lap around Lake Padden, then a 19ish mile bike leg around Lake Sammish, and finally another lap around Lake Padden. The Padden lap is fairly hilly by running standards, and the bike leg has a moderate climb right at the beginning, rolls for a while, and finishes with a pretty stiff climb.

In keeping with my current attitude about pace, I did the first run as fast as I could - actually I think I might benefit from a little pacing in running, at least until I develop either better running fitness or a better sense of my efforts when running. I jackrabbited the start a little bit, so a lot of the "real" runners passed me in the first mile, and my position was still eroding a bit by the time I got to the first transition.

I don't practice transitions. This is my second multisport event and I will probably continue to do them at a rate of around two a year. But I at least stage my stuff, and I was running in shoes with elastic laces. So I managed to get out in about a minute. The transition area is at the bottom of a steep driveway, which is itself at the bottom of the moderate climb. I got to pass quite a few people on my way up to the top, which was kind of fun - all the stronger runners who don't ride that much. After that, I was more-or-less just racing the clock, although there was a group of three cyclists who were in front of me for probably about five miles. I knew I was faster - I'd had to chase on to visual distance. But they kept hanging out in front of me for a while and it really took until we all hit a grade that lasted a little longer for me to pass. A few people on TT bikes passed me during the leg. The sound of the carbon is unmistakable. I think if I was going to be serious about an event for which TT bikes are legal, whatever that means, I'd need to acquire one. Kind of a problem with our sport, but c'est la vie.

The course finished with another climb, so of course I buried myself on it. I had this idea that whether I wanted it or not, I was getting a break during the transition. I did get some Strava PRs, so that's something... My second transition was not as smooth as the first. For some reason.

The second run was really hard! As soon as I started running, I felt uneven, and my hips and hamstrings felt tight. I was sure I had to be going at a snail's pace, but I kept putting one foot in front of the other. The first time the course went up slightly, it took me real force of will not to walk. And the first time the course turned down, once again, it took me real force of will not to walk. After that, I still felt awful, but I felt like I was at least at a pace that I'd be able to sustain until it was over. The three people it had been hard for me to pass during the bike leg caught me, but I think I managed not to get passed by anyone else. That has to have been purely on the strength of whatever cushion I built myself on my bike! Finally, I saw the big inflatable arch over the finish line. Purely as a "best practices" thing, I forced myself into what passed for a sprint at that point, and ran the last 100 meters or so. There was a guy about three seconds behind me when I crossed, so I guess my best practice held me one more place.

In training, I've often been attacking hills when I run, and then recovering, much as I do when I ride my bike. At race pace, this really didn't work. I guess I'd heard that runners go for more of an even effort, and in future, I think I'll try that too. In the first run, there was a runner who passed me near the foot of a climb, who I passed back, and who then repassed me. I didn't see her again until I passed her during the bike leg. Certainly made the "attack hills" thing feel pretty dumb in the context of running. I think it's something about only rolling when things go really wrong during a run, whereas a bicycle is supposed to roll all the time.

There weren't many bicycles in the transition area when I finished that leg and I didn't get passed by many people when I ran, so I figured I probably did alright. The results came out yesterday, and it turns out I finished 3rd for my age group. There were only 7 Men, age 30-34, so maybe not the most highly contested 3rd of all time, but I've been having several weeks of being pack fill, so why not. The first, second and third place overall went to men, in the 20-24, 40-44 and 30-34 age groups. Only 107 people finished, so I think the groups were sliced a bit fine, but maybe USAT wants it that way.

I'm bummed out to be further away from the MTB scene, and it looks like road is further away than I want to travel on the weekends. But Bellingham puts on a lot of things locally that are fun too.

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