I raced in a Sprint Triathlon last week. I should make it clear here that the term “raced” is a complete bastardization of the word any English speaking person with a basic education might understand. When I say I “raced”, what I mean is that I showed up to the race; I put on a racing uniform, I completed the course within the prescribed time and then I enjoyed the complimentary food court. To use the word raced as it is commonly understood is to imply that I showed up with the intention of beating someone or placing high on some list. This is generally not my goal as a Clydesdale when I approach any triathlon. It is the furthest thing from my mind when entering a “sprint” triathlon.
Sprint Triathlon, by the way, is another glaring misuse of the English language. I remember the first time I did a triathlon of this distance. It took me in excess of one hour and fifteen minutes. I am not sure how an event that takes more than an hour has come to be called a sprint. Only in relation to the ludicrously long races of the Olympic, Half and full Ironman distances could any rational person call this a sprint. Of course, most triathletes are not rational in the typical sense of that word either. Triathletes spend their time discussing ways to lighten their bike and lower their profile; thereby finding new ways to exceed 50 mph while decreasing the cushion of space between them and the unforgiving earth. They track how many heart rate zones they have trained in and whether they spent the appropriate percentage of time in their LT zone. They discuss whether or not it is healthier to wash cottage cheese before eating it. No, rational is not always the first word one thinks of when one thinks of a triathlete. This is never more obvious then at a sprint triathlon. During the warm-ups at a race of this distance you can hear people discussing how they are going to go for a long run later to round out their training for the day. Or you might hear them discuss their max heart rate and how they are going to ‘red line” it all the way. “Red line” it all the way??? I am trying to count the aide stations and decide whether or not I should wear one of those fluid filled backpacks for my long distance hydration needs!!!
It all turned out just fine. As a matter of fact, I was not even entered in the full race but rather as one leg of a relay team. All I had to do was the bike leg of the triathlon. I remember thinking to myself when the opportunity arose to be on this relay team: how cool would it be to not worry about swimming or running and just get on my bike and red line it all the way? Then I realized how short the bike leg was, so I brought a trainer in order to get a nice long warm-up in before the race and my regular gear so that I could go on a long ride after the race in order to round out my training day. You know how it is: I need to get a large percentage of time in my aerobic heart rate zone or I will bonk during the long races. Besides, I want to test out a new pair of titanium seat post clamp screws to see if I can sense the 8 gram savings in weight. Yes, it turned out to be a very nice day. I am just glad that I am not turning into one of those irrational, obsessed triathletes that can not enjoy the race. Now, if I can figure out a way to shave another 15 grams from my bike I might move up a spot in the rankings…
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