I woke up feeling good physically. Slept well.
Ate breakfast and took off for the transition area about 5:45.
The temperature was 72 at 6am when I arrived. The transition area
was surprisingly well laid out and I felt there was plenty of room
for everyone. Everyone from USAT and the event was extremely pleasant
and helpful, save a couple of girls working the main entrance at the
transition. They were just downright pissy to people and seems a little
power drunk. I had no issues but it seemed every time I walked by them
they were giving some nervous unsuspecting athlete the business.
I counted 5 officials in the area when I arrived. A guy down the row
didn't have stickers inside his helmet so he was told him to get
another or not race. If it were a local race I would have had one in my car
for him for sure. I always have an extra.
I also saw a girl get a thrashing for sliding someone else's bike
down the rack. The official said that touching someone else's equipment
without that persons permission or an official granting permission first,
usually results in a DQ and that she (the official) was being nice. I had no idea.....
The first wave went off at 7am sharp and it seemed that the swim was
taking forever. About half way through that wave was when I noticed that the lead
swimmer was all the way against the opposite bank of the river, and the few following
him had dropped off maybe 15 yards and looked like they were standing still.
I was told that a dam opened upriver that caused a heavy current.
I guess the lead swimmer must have realized or felt this.
My start came at 8:09. I lined up out towards the center of the river, as we
started out with the flow going downriver, made a right turn at about 20 yrds,
crossed the river and went upstream the rest of the way against the current.
I thought I'd use the current to my advantage and then avoid it as much as
possible when heading upriver.
Good plan- poor execution.
I was outclassed in the water and quickly ended up in the fray.
There were 86 guys in my wave and everyone had the same idea.
I didn't want to blow myself up so I went out steady and ended up deep in the pack
with no way of feeling the current or being able to choose a direction, and getting
kicked around pretty bad. My right ear is still sore from being hit pretty hard.
As we rounded the 2nd turn and headed upriver, it just seemed like the whole crowd
came to a stand still. Longest mile I've ever swam!
I ended up getting out of the water in some 38 minutes.
A below average time for my group. But respectable for the day as some
people ended up over an hour and many more were in the 40's and 50's.
My first transition was flawless and I caught a number of people there. I'm guessing
I got through in just over a minute.
The bike started well, I was gaining places and feeling pretty good even though the
swim was so difficult. I'm guessing in T1 and on the bike I easily passed at least a dozen guys.
I powered through the first part of the course exactly as I
wanted to and for a few miles I had a motorcycle with a camera guy pacing me as I passed
bike after bike. It really was cool. I'm hoping the video makes it on the website.
At about 9 miles in, I went to shift and the shifter just broke loose. I couldn't
figure out what was happening at first and I kept pedaling but I lost momentum as I
monkeyed with the shifter and I realized I'd snapped a cable.
Shock and heartbroken I pulled off to the side. The rear derailleur was all the way out.
I thought about riding with two gears and finishing but, the way I'd set up the derailleur,
it moved out enough that the chain was coming off the smallest cog to the outside and
grabbing the frame.
I rolled back into the transition area and called it a day.
If there's any positive here, I'd managed just over 25mph on the toughest part of the course
and was feeling like I could have maintained that for the remaining 20 or so miles but then
I'll never know.
In the end with my swim, it's doubtful I would have been top 25 or even top 30.
We'll see how next year goes and maybe I'll be back. If it's in Tuscaloosa again
I'll have to think it over long and hard. It's a long way to travel and I don't
know how much more "bama" I can endure in my lifetime.
Hey USAT, why not Chicago next year?