Somehow I convinced myself that doing a tri in the mountains could be done ... Easily. I knew it would be harder but I've put my time in and had it set in my pea brain that I can do whatever it is I've set it to do. No matter the challenge. I mean come on I'm a big boy I can handle some "challenging" hills.
The race brochure for the Biltmore Lake Triathlon clearly read a few "challenging hills with no heartbreaking climbs". I know this because I can remember that little turn in my stomach wondering exactly what it was "challenging" meant. This caused that whole fight or flight reflex to rear its head that essentially double dog dared me to sign up. So I did.
Knowing we were coming this weekend and with Hurricane Frances fast approaching we elected to leave a day early to try and avoid the mass exodus of traffic which worked out great. This left me an extra day in Asheville in which to get a little 'hill' riding into my legs just to see if I could even accomplish what I'd come here to do. This did not in any way fill me with confidence. It felt like everything was up hill. After this we went and picked up the packet and drove the course. Let me just say I slept really poorly the night before the race. For the first time I was genuinely nervous I wouldn't be able to finish the race.
Took the swim nice and easy and did my best to conserve as much as possible for the bike. Still adjusting to the clipless pedals I fell on the mount which was not a boost to my confidence. Left a few nice bruises on the old legs.
I will say for a guy from Florida with no hill riding experience my heart didn't break. But I'm sure there were a few hair line cracks along the way. When I looked down and saw that I was only peddling about 5mph with at least a hundred feet or more to go I didn't think there was any way I would make it. In fact I had myself convinced at least twice that I could not possibly continue without walking the bike to the top of the hill. This didn't happen on just one hill but I would say probably 3 maybe more.
Physically this was the hardest thing I've done in my triathlon life. But every time I felt like I couldn't possibly push those pedals another time my foolish pride somehow convinced my legs to not let the hill get the better of us. And this was ONLY 12 miles. I can only dream to one day have the cycling strength to ride courses like this in greater distances. I mean there were obviously racers who felt the hills were speed bumps.
The decline. This is as close to flying as I will ever come outside of an airplane. Near 40 mph downhill with fast approaching corners is just as nerve wracking as going up is hard on the legs. There were several moments I was hitting the brakes and had no signs of stopping. This was just damned fun. Whirrrr!
The run was a mostly off-road trail run with some little rollie pollie hills on a hiking trail great scenery nice cool day. Not much more I can say.
The scenery was great. Race was well organized although the bike racks could have used numbers. Classy tee-shirt.
Overall this was hands down my favorite race yet but there is no way I would ever do it again without at least a few weeks of hill work or at least some strength training. My legs have been giving me grief all day just to let me know how stupid this was. And I have a new found respect for the guys and gals who can ride these climbs with ease. I'll post the race splits as soon as I get them.