This is going to be a whole new book babbyyyyyy
05.04.2014 - 08.04.2014 60 °F
48 Hours of Ecstasy
48 Hours of Ecstasy
It feels a little silly to be writing a race recap as I am already prepping to travel for my next event. I guess it just goes to show how busy things have been, how fast time goes by and how much ass April is kicking. Late or not, South Beach is a race that I can't bypass an update, because it was a big one.
So. Here is the abbreviated version.
Pre: Nell & I set our 2am alarms. Sat in hotel room darkness to eat our dried up basmati rice and plain hard boiled eggs. It was anything but exceptionally delicious. But, by the end of the race we were both sold on the new rice/egg combo. Pre-race fuel up meal? Dialed! Alarm #2 went off around 5am. We had a brutal 20 yard walk to rack our bikes. Obviously heavy sarcasm, as our hotel could not have been more perfect. Then it was set-up, running drills, muscle activation and sneak into fancy hotels for a last minute bathroom stop.
Swim: Choppy with a bit of current. The phrase "Swimming treadmill of death" crossed my mind several times while out there. Not that times would reflect it, but given the conditions I was happy with my swim.
T1: The most miserable transition I've experienced. I was just slow and sloppy getting out of the water to my bike. Oh well.
Bike: Love. Love. Love. Had a strong bike, was able to pass a couple women in the pro field and hold my own. Have I mentioned how much I love cycling? Ok. Good.
T2: Bit of an obstacle course to try and get by the traffic and congestion that was now becoming transition.
Run: I normally don't LOOOVE running. But I did that day. Even with the mile+ in the beach sand. First time racing without my Garmin on. Way better for me to just trust myself and go by feel. I felt steadier and more in control not being a mental slave to what my 'average pace' was reading.
Finish: Huge goal was met. 1st place overall amateur woman. Earning my professional racing license. Holy shit. Cloud nice anyone? I called family members an hour later, to be sure results weren't going to change. There were cheers and tears. It was incredible.
The next 24 hours:
People watch on the beach.
Get a tattoo.
Sign contracts and became a HOMEOWNER in Boulder, CO.
So. There you have it.
Miami. Racing. New Books.
Quote of the moment:
Here's to peace, true Italian Espresso, and horizon sunrises,