I was a bit sunburnt and definitely tired for having been on my legs a large part of the day, but given how I had not done ANY workouts during the week due to my coughing problem, I knew that a good night sleep would be the answer to all my problems.
BUT, in my infinite wisdom I decided to say yes when hubbs suggested that we could eat Indian take out for dinner. Butter chicken and naan? Yum! I jumped up and down with joy, then we went to pick up our spicy treat. You can guess where this is going... I went to bed feeling like a science experiment gone wrong, with a volcano preparing for eruption inside my stomach. Cramps, gas, and stuff moving through places that I didn't know I had intestines in. First eruption came at 10:35, then another one at 11:29pm, 12:34am, 1:15am and finally 2:20am (I remember the times because I was walking by the alarm clock on my way to the bathroom). The sleep finally came after the purge ended. Indian food before a race? NEVER AGAIN.
Alarm clock went off at 5:15am and fueled by adrenaline, I jumped out of bed and after a quick shower, I put on my new pink tri top and my old trusted Sugoi tri shorts. I also put on a pair of socks to make sure I don't forget them for the run. Watch, RoadID, SpiBelt with safety pins, heart rate monitor, all good. Woke up hubbs at 6am and said, let's go. Had an oatmeal frittata for breakfast and a glass of orange juice. At 6:30am we were on our way and an hour later, through pouring rain, we stopped for a pee break and grabbed two bagels and coffee. So much water was coming down, it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Here's what hell breaking loose looked like that day.
At the beach, I went in the water to warm up for my swim. Water temperature was just perfect. I did a bit of splashing around, then saw Zin who came to wish me good luck. Of course I asked for a picture, I was feeling great, finally!
I finished the swim in 33 minutes, which is a new PR for me. I was ecstatic!! You won't see this in the official results though because after the swim we still had to run up a hill to get to transition where the mats were. Oh well, even after the run, my time was still better than last year's Oly, so I'll take it!
Started my bike leg without further incidents and at this point I could care less about the rain that kept on pouring on. I was in my element. So much humidity, I could breathe better too.
Just before the turn around point I started to feel the need to pee. It took me less than a second to make the decision not to stop. I looked behind, nobody was close. I was going to slow down for the turn anyway, so I lifted my bum off the saddle and I did it. Like a boss!! By that time the rain was in full force so why even bother, I was going to get washed instantly. Feel free to go "eew" now, but I have no shame. I learned from the best, if you read Chrissie Wellington's book you should know how entirely natural this is in the triathletes' world. Which is why I'll never mention it again. But for a first, I just had to.
I finished the bike in 1:26:54, another PR for me. Given the endless hills and tough conditions, I am super proud of it.
Back in transition, I racked my bike, replaced the muddy bike shoes with my cold and wet running shoes and put back on my socks too. Made sure I had my Clif Blocks with me, then left on the run. The hills started right away and my legs were feeling tired. My goal was to stay under 6min/km overall and although hard, I found a pace which I thought I could manage until the end.
After 4k, I got not one, but two stitches, but I could run through them. I was chasing a girl in my AG that had passed me in the first 2k and I didn't want to lose her. Around 6-7k, she started struggling on the uphills and slow down. I realized that I may have a chance to pass her. I was certainly not going to be in the top 10, but why not go after a small victory? At the next water station, she stopped and I didn't, so I passed her and from that moment on, I pushed the pace and did not look back. I finished strong and still smiling even though my heart rate was through the roof. A 5min PR on a hilly run, after a night spent in the washrooms and 3h of sleep. An overall PR of 8 minutes since my last Olympic Tri, the Toronto Triathlon Festival in 2012. You can see my official results here and Runkeeper geekery here.
What started like a disaster waiting to happen turned into a blessing. My cough remained under control, it was warm enough for a rainy day, I didn't need tons of water or fuel, I just had to stick my tongue out to get a drink. I absolutely LOVED IT. Will I do it again? Absolutely.