The Joys of Small Races - Forest Park Runner's Club Forest Park Classic 4 Mile Race

When I started running about 8 years ago, what really attracted me was the glory and excitement of being a part of all the big races.  The New York marathon; Boston, London; Chicago; I've been lucky enough to run in some of the most spectacular races in the world.   As anyone who's run down 1st Ave in New York on marathon day or run up towards Buckingham Palace just before making the final turn to the finish line in London can testify, being part of a race with thousands and thousands of other participants and millions of spectators is a special thrill that will provide special memories that will last a lifetime.

Recently though I've become more turned on to the charm of smaller, lower key events.  They may not provide such an adrenaline rush but there are lots of great things about them.

Finished!

I did one last Sunday that encapsulates what I like about them: the Forest Park Classic 4 Mile Race, held by the Forest Park Runners Club.

First thing to like:  the race took me outside of the familiar territory of Central Park and into Queens, where I'd never run before.  FP is the 3rd largest park in Queens, and the course was a mixture of road and trails, an interesting change of terrain.  At $20, the entrance fee was cheaper than a New York Road Runner's event, and according to the running club's website is a fundraiser for childhood pediatric cancers.

One of the things to like the best was the start.  With the race starting at 10 (my kind of time..never been into the super early starts), my friend Stacy and I were able to show up fashionably late at around 9.55, pick up our bibs, drop off our bag, attach bibs to shirts, and STILL make it to the start line with plenty of time to spare before the old starting gun when off (well, 10 seconds or so).  No waiting in corrals for what seems like hours in the freezing cold for this particular race!

Off we set with the other 321 runners in this race, first round a running track, then into the woods.  I'd never run on trails before but enjoyed their softness underfoot.  The vibe of the race was super friendly with a real mixture of age ranges and abilities.  After maybe going out possibly a soupçon too fast and remembering that I haven't been doing that much running recently, I settled into a regular comfortable pace where the heart wasn't doing 200 bpm, and with Stacy alongside me was happy to see the running track for the last loop and then to finish under 40 minutes, in a final time of 38.49.

It was a great feeling afterwards to hang out just behind the finish line, feeling the endorphins kicking in, watching other runners cross the finish line, and generally soak up the post race atmosphere.  There was an awards ceremony with trophies across the age ranges, as families with their dogs and the local running community, obviously lots of old time friends, congregated.

This may not have been a spectacular race with 40,000 people, but it had everything that I love about running; it got me outside and moving around on a Sunday morning, keeping me in shape and lifting my mood for the rest of the day, it gave me a sense of achievement of crossing a finishing line, and it put me in the middle of a community of people who share of love of being active and in shape. Can't think of a better way to start the day!

Mighty Man Montauk Olympic Distance Triathlon - 4th Oct 2015

One of the hardest things about blogging has to be getting back into it after taking a long break.  Firstly, you have to get over your feelings of self loathing ('Ben, you're such a lazy little turd..how could you have not written anything for over two years???), then you have to work out what to write about and what should be left out as you try to pick up the narrative thread of your athletic life.

In short:  last year, I had a diagnosis of arthritis in my left hip that left me scared to run at all for a few months.  But, with virtually no pain, I decided it would be OK to run a bit, to keep in shape and to be part of the Achilles community in New York, and to still do tri's up to Olympic distance, but I would no longer be doing things like grueling 18 mile training runs for marathons that can really beat up the body.

Earlier in the summer, I did the NYC triathlon for the 4th time, and decided that I didn't want my triathlon season to end there, so signed up to do a tri in Montauk, at the end of Long Island.   This one definitely challenged me in ways no other triathlon has.  I got through it - but pretty it most definitely weren't.

One way I now look at triathlons is that there are 3 different challenges involved, so my race report will be told through the lens of these 3 challenges.

Challenge 1): you typically have to get up ludicrously early.  This one was no different; transition opened at 5 am, and while most of the Achilles team (including me) had a start time of 6.50, our fearless leader Kat had decided that we should get to transition soon after 5 to get bikes out of the van and do the countless other things that need to be done to get ready for the race.  The evening before, I'd kind of balked at that time, thinking how grumpy and dysfunctional I'd be waking up at 4.30, and wondering what we'd be doing for nearly two hours before race start, but of course, Kat was right.  We didn't get there until around 5.30, and the time seemed to fly by as we got ready, the morning sky gradually lighting up.  Before long, we were hearing the national anthem and then being told to make our way down to the beach (on a lake, not the Atlantic!) for race start.

2): logistics, a.k.a. so much shite to remember for triathlons.  I've never been one of the best organized people - the expression "I'd lose me balls if they weren't in a bag" could have been invented just for me - so triathlons have always represented a challenge on this front, bringing out my paranoia that I will forget but some small but crucial bit of kit (race chip, goggles, liner for leg) that would mean I wouldn't be able to finish the race.  All for the want of a nail etc etc.

Well, I was doing pretty well as I did bring everything up to Montauk - but where I managed to screw up was in leaving my crutches at our Montauk base.  This meant that after I'd changed into my wetsuit, my left limb wouldn't fit into either my walking leg or running leg, so I basically had to kind of hop to the start of the race from transition, leaning on my leg, with my handler Melissa helping me on the other side.  I was annoyed at myself because not only was it slow and uncomfortable getting around, I was wasting valuable energy hopping around that I would need for the race.

3) Challenges of the race itself.  While I've been feeling increasingly comfortable about open water swimming, this race did represent a particular challenge.  Due to hurricane Joaquim around 500 miles away, there was a cold and blustery wind, blowing at around 20 mph.  The night before, as I tried to get to sleep, I remember listening to the wind whistling outside, and thinking how much I didn't want to be getting up early to jump in a cold lake in these conditions.

But here I was, on the waters edge; our wave was off, and I gingerly lowered myself into the frigid water, inevitably hyperventilating but trying to calm my breathing rhythm.  After a while I got into my stride, but found there were swimmers who were coming straight at me.  It was an out and back course, and I'd gone off course so I was swimming in their lane.  Cursing at the prospect of being hit - imagining being knocked out and my unconscious form being dragged out of the water - I swam a sharp left to get out their way.  Next challenge: water in the goggles.  This started to bother me; i've never really known how to deal with this in open water; this is when the first thought occurred to me that I should just raise my hand and quit.  But the stubborn bastard inside me said no.  Instead, one of the race volunteers on a paddle board let me cling on for a bit while he helped readjust my goggles.  Off again, I finally reached the last buoy out, and was happy to turn round to face back towards the beach.

The swim challenge wasn't quite yet finished because it started to get so cold that I could hardly feel my hands and face; I started to feel very tired and that I was moving too slowly through the water.  Another couple of times it crossed my mind that I wanted to quit, but I kept plugging away, and finally, after what seemed like the toughest swim of my life, I was on the beach and done with the hardest bit.

Melissa was there to meet me; I had about 5 layers on but was shivering as the cold wind blew over me.  For the bike course, I decided to go out with the jeans I'd worn to transition to help stay warm.  Not very sporty looking but hey ho, comfort is the number one thing.  The bike course of 40 km was fairly hilly, and the wind made things interesting.  One minute you could be going 8 mph into a head wind, the next 25 mph with the wind on your back.

The course wasn't too crowded, and I was able to warm up, so there were some bits of the bike course I was able to savour: in a couple of places we went right up against the Atlantic Ocean, bright blue in the morning sunshine, with beautiful huge white crested waves washing up on the shore.  We went past the iconic lighthouse; at that moment I had a smile on my face; the early start and cold swim starting to feel like they were all worth it, after all.

Passing my Achilles teammates, many of them blind athletes on tandems, and shouting out words of encouragement to each other, I gradually made my way back to T2.  Once there, I decided to take in some nutrition as I hadn't eaten anything on the bike, before strapping on the old running leg and taking off for the 10k run.

I hadn't done any brick workouts recently, and not many long runs, and this started to show soon into the last leg.  There's no hiding from an Olympic tri if you haven't done the hard work training for it!  After running for a bit, I slowed down to a walk, then decided to alternate run/walk for the rest of the distance.  I didn't want to push myself too hard and wanted to enjoy some of the scenery.  For last mile or so found the energy reserves to run through to the end, and over the finish line.

After crossing, it's always such an emotional release that always takes me by surprise.  The pure feeling of elation at having accomplished another triathlon and overcoming all the obstacles along the way had me yet again with this strange, salty fluid in my eyelids.

Another first - I actually napped in transition area, before some pizza and gatorade with some of the Achilles crew - before another nap in the Achilles van - before another nap on the grass outside the Achilles van - and we were going back to our base, and then in the van for the 3 hour trip back to Manhattan.

This was a hard race, but because of this I'll always look back on it with pride at my accomplishment.   As always, being around the incredible positive energy of the rest of the Achilles guides and athletes made it a great overall experience, leaving me feeling incredibly lucky that this organization and inspiring group of people are part of my life.

Lands End to John O'Groats

This ride, from the bottom of England to the top of Scotland, had been on my bucket list for a long time, at least 10 years, since my brother Nick and sister Lucy did it; the appeal was not just the physical challenge of long consecutive days of riding, but also getting to see some more of the UK.  As someone born and bred in the south of England, I'd seen very little of the North and had only visited Scotland once.

Land's End - Only 874 miles to go.

Day 1: After photos taken at Lands End, we set off - with my brothers Tim, riding the first 10 miles with us then acting as support for the first 2 days, and Nick, my riding parter for the next 2 weeks.  It wasn't a good start.  Coming over, I'd lost the bit of my bike which holds the seat post in place.  Mum had cunningly managed to fix the bike by ramming some kitchen skewers in there, but the skewers came out just when we were taking the bike over to the signpost to have our photos taken.  We tried jamming everything, including wet wipes and twigs, in there, but nothing worked - and I was facing the Chinese water torture of sitting on a wobbly saddle for nearly 1000 miles.  Then, when we got to the first bike shop, they turned the bike upside down, shook it around a bit, and out fell the part.  I was charged £5, but honestly, if I'd have been charged £500 I would have happily turned it over, and given the mechanic a big wet kiss on the cheek for good measure.

The first day was the most climbing of the whole trip.  We had to bike along a notoriously busy road, the A30, with a lot of long hills and not much space for cyclists on the side of the road.  Around mile 35, two cyclists attempting the End to End had been killed by a lorry a few weeks before; this was on our minds riding along this section.   By the end of the day, my knee had started twinging, so I was happy to make it to our first overnight town for a shower and pasta meal in the local pub, after about 80 miles of hot and hilly biking.

Beautiful Devon

Day 2 took us another 80 miles or so from Launceston on the border of Cornwall, to Taunton in Somerset.  This was also fairly hilly, but some of the Devon countryside was beautiful.  There is something very special about the English countryside, so green with its patchwork of fields.  That evening, I met my uni friends Mark and Jim for a meal, along with Debbie and Roger, family friends who would be supporting us for the next few days.  Tim gave me some good painkilling drugs to knock any potential problems on the head, so the knee was fine on day 2.

Day 3 was from Taunton (where I bumped into my old classmate Kate Miller in the supermarket - small world) up to Monmouth, just over the Welsh border.   This was another day's hard cycling.  We had some of the worst roads of the whole trip around the docks at Bristol, busy with heavy duty lorries, and then had trouble finding the Severn bridge to cross over into Wales.   After we did cross over, we basically took a wrong turn (poor sign posting, not our fault - probably) which meant a lot more climbing up steep hills, when we should have been cycling along a flat valley road.  By the time we finished, it was around 8 and getting dark, and we were grateful to Debbie and Roger for a delicious pasta meal in their caravan.

Start of Day 4

Day 4 - Monmouth to Whitchurch - also had some beautiful countryside around Herefordshire, and more rolling hills which were easier on the legs; by Day 5 -Whitchurch to Lancaster - wasn't quite so pretty and took us through some built up areas up north - Wigan, Preston, and Warrington.  It was a great feeling to reach Lancaster as we had a rest day there, and already had about half the distance under our belt.

Rainbow, cycling through Scotland

Day 6 was the 'bad weather' day.  It had been warm and sunny so far, but the forecast was for lots of rain, and for the first time, a strong headwind.   We set out early to beat the weather, but after a couple of hours the rain set in and basically stayed with us all day.  After a stop in Kendal, we had to bike up the A6 on what seemed like a never ending hill, with the Lake District on our left.  You could tell it was beautiful, but it was hard to appreciate with rain and strong winds blowing right into your face.  At the top of the hill, we had to stop and wait for dozens of sheep to be herded over the road, and were freezing and wet through by the time we stopped for lunch.  The rest of the day took us up to Carlisle and then Gretna Green, over the border into Scotland.  We finished in the dark, soaked through, and happy to put the day behind us.

Tea Break

Day 7 was some of the easiest biking - no more rain and a good tail wind, but I was low energy, probably from the efforts of the previous day.  We made it up to Carluke, just to the south east of Glasgow.  For the last twenty or miles or so, my derailleur broke, so I was restricted to biking in the big cog only.  This was OK but made going up any kind of hill a lot of effort.   Day 8 started off with a slightly-fraught-in-places 40 mile round trip to find a bike shop to get the new part fitted.  We didn't get off until about 1.30 pm, but made good progress, going up past Edinburgh and Glasgow, and through Stirling.  By the time we got to Crieff at 7 pm with about 10 miles to go, it was getting dark, was starting to rain, and I could feel myself starting to bonk, so I was picked up by Peter, our support for the last few days in Scotland, and made up the 15 miles on the next day, our last rest day.  The area where we stayed, just south of the Cairngorms, was beautiful; sparsely populated, with rugged hills, with endless heathland and forest in every direction.

Riding through the Scottish moorland

Day 9 started through some lovely countryside - beautiful purple heather and dark green forests against dark cloudy skies.  We hit some steep hills with ludicrous gradients, so for the first time got off and walked up a couple of them (Nick made it to the top).   Our stop that night was Kingussie, about 30 miles south of Inverness.

Lunch in Peter's camper van

 Day 10 was going well until about 60 miles in, when I got some bad shooting knee pain, which got worse and worse, until I was afraid my leg was going to completely seize up.  It was some kind of over-use injury, with my good leg rebelling against doing the heavy lifting by itself for about 800 miles.  It was a huge relief to make it to our last overnight town, Dunkeld, where we went out for a nice curry, and planned the last day's riding.  For Day 11 we decided for to swap pedals, so I'd not be clipped in, and could just wear my regular running shoes to cycle.  This let me move my leg around from time to time, and definitely helped.  I was dreading the pain coming back, but it held up, helped of course by the last of Tim's drugs.   The last day was a ride up the coast to John O'Groats, with a good tail wind.  There were some impressive climbs (which meant walking up a couple more hills), but it was a great feeling to be on the home stretch.

 Scottish Heather

By the time we made it into John O'Groats, it was about 5 O'Clock, a mist had rolled in, and it was raining quite hard.  After 876 miles of cycling, tt was a great feeling to have made it!  We did the obligatory pictures at the end, and then sat in Peter's camper van enjoying a celebratory cup of bubbly, with the rain pattering against the window.

Finished!  At John O'Groats

This ride was definitely one of my biggest accomplishments.  My mental image of the ride beforehand was cycling for a bit in the morning, then stopping off somewhere nice, maybe wandering around an old castle or ruin, before having a pleasant picnic lunch and doing a spot more cycling to round off the day.  The reality was that it was more of a slog, factoring in rest breaks, mechanicals, pitstops, etc, you basically had to keep going to make it to the overnight town before it got dark.  I found out something about my physical boundaries - and that my leg gets cranky if pushed hard for consecutive days.

The best things about the ride were being able to spend time with my family - Nick all the way from south to north, Mum and brother Tim supporting me, and family friends generously traveling up the country in support of our challenge.  And I'll always have memories of some of the beautiful parts of the country I'd never seen before, from the lush green fields of Devon and Herefordshire, up to the rugged highlands and moors of Scotland.

Timberman Half Ironman

The Timberman Half Ironman was a challenging and memorable race, mainly because it was the first time I'd ever done this distance, and didn't know how my body was going to react.  I got through it, but not without hitting a wall - it was a lot harder than I'd expected.

The setting was the scenic Winnipesaukee lake in the foothills of White Mountains in New Hampshire. The beautiful (and not too deep) 1.2 mile swim parallel to the shore line was a major attraction of the race, followed by a scenic but hilly 56 mile bike ride, then a flat 13.1 mile run along the shoreline.

I travelled up with about 20 other Achilles athletes and guides from New York on Friday.  For the HIM, I had some inspiring company:  Ricardo Corral, a powerful amputee handcycler;  Charlie Plakson, aged 70 and nearly blind, who I first saw last year on his way to completing the NYC ironman.  Allan Tyson, who came to Achilles to recover from a TBI from a biking accident, aiming for his second half ironman and a first full IM next year.  And Colleen Alexander, who I met just the day before the race. Colleen has an inspiring story.  She was fully run over by a truck when biking only 2 years ago, spent 5 weeks in a coma with horrific injuries, but made an amazing recovery to compete in her first half ironman post-accident.

Charlie and Greg exit the swim

Some of the Achilles team did a sprint on Saturday, while the rest of us spectated from around the transition area, registered and checked in our bikes, and then carb loaded with a pasta meal and got an early night to make sure we were ready for the next day.

We were up at 4.45 on Sunday, and drove over to the lake with a beautiful vivid pink sunrise as the backdrop.  The swim was from a beach, and even though it was in warm, flat water, I made sure I got my head in for a couple of minutes to get adjusted.  It felt so good being in there, I found myself actually looking forward to the swim, which is also partly a measure of how much my swimming has come on in the last couple of years.

The PC wave went immediately after the female pro's at 7.05 am, and started after wading about 20 metres out from the beach.  It was an exciting moment, waiting just before with the rest of the Achilles athletes, as the announcer introduced us to about 2,200 other athletes waiting on the beach.  And then, with the sound of the horn, we were off.

I quickly lost sight of everyone else in my wave, but the gameplan was to relax and focus on enjoying the swim slowly but steadily.  After about 5 minutes, the fastest swimmers from the next wave were upon me, and even though I got bumped a bit, it was nothing too offputting, as I was overtaken by quite a few waves of different coloured swimming caps.  As long as the goggles and noseclip stayed on, I told myself there would be no panic attacks.

With Handler Melissa - out of the water

After what seemed like a long time in the water (probably just under an hour), I made it back to the beach and was met by my handler Melissa with my crutches to exit out of the water.  From here, to the stripping mat then transition.  My total time for the swim: 1.02.58.

It was a beautiful day for biking, warm but cloudy and not too hot, and I enjoyed climbing up a few hills in the first ten miles or so, before a long flat that took us to turnaround point, about 28 miles in.  There must have been a tailwind for the first 30 miles or so as I was averaging around 20 mph.  My main worry was getting a mechanical or flat and finally having to use my CO2 cartridge but thankfully, there were no issues.  I returned to the bike area feeling great and still with a lot of energy.  My final bike time was: 3.11.31, 17.54 mph average.

Out of transition

Next up was the run, and this was where the wheels started to fall off a bit.   Running out of transition felt a little weird, as always, as your biking leg(s) have to readjust to being running leg(s).  One nice surprise:  I was met by Achilles guide Alice Lim, who had just moved to NH and drove up to support the team.  I told Alice I wasn't in a chatty mood as I panted along trying to get used to the run, but the support was definitely welcome.

Home Stretch!

The run was basically two six mile loops bending along the side of the river and back, and those loops at times felt like they went on FOREVER. One great thing was there were lots of food and drink stations at least every mile or so, and I lost track of the number of drinks of coke, gatorade, water, and orange slices, bananas and gels I had as I went around (at one station I stopped and wolfed down at least 8 orange quarters consecutively).  One great thing about running in a loop is that you'd pass all the other runners in the opposite direction.  There was so much support from the other athletes, plus I saw a few other Achilles friends (Melissa, Allan, Charlie, Colleen) on the run, shouting words of encouragement, which was always a huge boost.

With Alice, who kept me company for 6 miles

For the second loop, I decided I wanted to run it alone.  For me, at that stage, it was purely a mental game, where you're toughing it out in your head.  I've always found when I'm running, I make terrible company getting into the longer distances, when I just want to battle through it by myself (and also get kind of cranky around other people).   So I paused for a couple of minutes with Alice at the start of the second loop, and then set off alone.    The first few miles of the second loop were probably the hardest.  I'd run to each water stop, rest there for a few minutes to catch my breath, then take off for the next one.  At this stage I felt really puffed, my heart was still hammering away, and I really felt like I'd pushed myself to the limit, and there was no way I could do an ironman with this level of fitness.  Gradually I made it to the turnaround point of the second loop, and was then heading back in the direction of the finish line.

From there, I picked up and ran the last 3 miles or so fairly consistently.  It's funny how a simple thing like turning round and facing the finish line can affect you psychologically.  Finally, the last stretch was ahead of me.   It was an amazing feeling to run past some cheering Achilles friends in transition, and then see the finish line come into sight.  When I finally crossed the line, in a total of 7.32.19, I felt as overcome with emotion as any marathon I'd ever done.  The release was pure joy and the realization that about 5 months of training had been rewarded with the new achievement and a half ironman medal.

Timberman was very well organized, from all the volunteers in transition area, to the food stations on the run course, to the delicious plates of pasta we were provided after the race.  After that it was time to head to the van, for our long ride back to NY in the middle of the night.

Over the last couple of months, as training for Timberman had been going well, the idea of one day doing a full ironman had been popping more and more into my head.  From this perspective, Timberman was a bit of a reality check.  If I do another half, or even contemplate doing a full, I would need to improve, by focusing on improving my core strength and by doing longer and harder brick workouts.  I also need to get to be a faster swimmer.   So in a way, Timberman was a humbling experience -  I still have a long way to go.  But at the same time, Timberman was an achievement that I'll savour in the coming years.

Met the winner !  With Melissa and Andy Potts, who won with a time of 3.54..and a really nice chap to boot.

The Kindness of Strangers

Biking around Central Park the other evening, I came upon a cyclist wearing a very cool looking top with the colours of the Union Jack.  I struck up a conversation asking him where he got it from, and as we continued pedaling round the park together, I found out he was from Israel, but had worked for the British tourist board, and said he may be able to find a spare for me.

So we swapped email addresses, and true to his word, Ivry met up with me on my regular Tuesday Achilles run and presented me with my new top.  Thank-you so much Ivry!

Training is going well.   Have lots of energy, and looking forward to Timberman in 3 week's time.  Just one more week-end of hard workouts, then its time to taper and start focusing on the trip up to New Hampshire.  Can't wait!

NYC Triathlon 2013

NYC Triathlon week-end is always full of fun activity but got off to a bad start this year, as first thing on Saturday morning I tweaked my back taking a bag of rubbish out from under the kitchen sink.

I'd had this kind of muscle-pull before, the day after the Austin tri last year, when I was bending down under a shower head and my back 'went'.  I can still remember lying on the bathroom floor, winded and feeling like I'd been kicked in the back.  I was sore for a few days after, and only recovered after a lot of stretching and popping of Advil tabs.  My back often gets sore as a result of running (common problem for amputees, as our lop-sided running gait puts a lot of pressure on the lower back) and I'm getting vulnerable to these pulls, so as I made my way down to a team breakfast I resolved to be less lazy about the regular stretching I'm supposed to do to keep my back supple and less prone to injury.

Breakfast was hosted by John Korff, the owner of the NYC triathlon, and was great.  Most of the Achilles crew were there, including some friends we hadn't seen for a while, including John Young from Toronto, and Diane Berberian (aka 'The Iron Maven') from Florida.  Also in town for the race were friends representing the CAF team - Barbara, head of the NYC Chapter, and Billy Lister and Nick Roumonada - who I hadn't seen for a while.

Paratriathletes on the barge

Next up was the expo at the midtown Hilton Hotel for race briefings and bib pick up.  I was on the fence about pulling out, but a couple of things made me change my mind.  First, one of Achilles' triathlon coaches, Travis, stretched me out on some chairs and reassured me that with stretches I'd be OK and wouldn't exacerbate the injury by racing.  Second, I found out that I could defer my entry BUT would lose my entrance money for this year.  There's nothing like the prospect of a few hundred dollars disappearing down the drain to spur a money-conscious triathlete into action, so I decided to give it a go.  Besides, its impossible not to get a little bit excited by the pre-race atmosphere at the expos.

Post Swim, fighting my way out of the wetsuit :)

Roll on Sunday morning, and I met my handler (the volunteer who will help me with legs, crutches, anything else I need in transition) Tiffany in transition at 5.15 am.   One of the main differences with last year is that I felt much more relaxed this time round.  I remember last year really feeling like a bag of nerves waiting to go up to the swim start.  This time I knew what to expect - the build up and inevitable nerves waiting for swim start and going onto the barge, the jumping into the murky Hudson and the brief feeling of panic as you're plunged into uncomfortable surroundings, and then after a few seconds, getting into your stride and watching the hundred metre markers go by on the wall and the swim exit get slowly but surely closer and closer.

Biking out of transition

And this is exactly what happened.  I felt a lot calmer in the water this time, and faster (I was, but only by about a minute).   At one stage my nose clip came off, which a couple of years ago might have freaked me out, but I'd practiced without it in the pool a few times, and resolved NOT to panic, and just keep on, and low and behold, I didn't drown and still made it to end!  Final swim time (1500m):  27 mins, 11 seconds.

The next portion of the biking I always love, and felt strong going up into the Bronx and back.  Bike time over 40 km:  1.24.35.

By the time I got to the run, the temps were starting to warm up quite a bit.  As I made my way across 72nd street from transition and into Central Park, my sunscreen and sweat mixed to sting my eyes.  Still, I felt much stronger than last year, and only needed to stop once for a quick breather at one of the water stations at mile 3.  By the time mile 5 came around, I felt like I was in a groove and could have kept on going, which I suppose is a good thing as my next tri will involve a half marathon as the run.  

Crossing the finishing line was a huge adrenaline rush as usual.  My final run time for the 10 k run: 1.09.28.  With having a more confident swim and not stopping in the run, I felt MUCH quicker than last year's race..but was actually 45 seconds slower, with a final time of 3.13.54 secs.   But considering my back injury and how hot the day got, I was still happy to finish with that time.

After the race, it was over to the VIP tent (us athletes with disabilities are treated well in this race) to swap race stories with everyone else, a team photo, and then an awards ceremony for the fastest of the paratriathletes.  Mohamed Lahna, in my TRI 2 category came 2nd, with an impressive time of 2.33, which goes to show how far I have to go if I really want to compete with the best.

Achilles members Megan and Sarah rocking the course

It was another great day's racing!  I was pleased with my performance, encouraged by the crowd support around transition and along 72nd street, and inspired by being surrounded by all the other Achilles and CAF athletes.   I'm actually starting to enjoy the swims, rather than seeing them as quasi-ordeals to be got through, and I think if I continue to train I should be in good shape for my next challenge, the Timberman Half Ironman in New Hampshire next month.

Big thanks to Andy Huh/Achilles for the pics in this post.

Team Achilles!

Brooklyn Bridge Swim

Though I've come to Brooklyn from Manhattan many times, this was the first time I'd visited and then swum back..

The swim in the East River took place on a beautiful, hot July Sunday morning, and ended a long weekend filled with fun activity.   On Friday, I celebrated my 39th birthday with a hot and hilly 55 mile bike ride up to Bear Mountain with my friend Shawn and some of her biking friends.  It's always good to escape the muggy heat of the city on a hot day, and while the temps were approaching the 90's, we had a tail wind cycling up Hudson River which made for a good ride.

Friday evening was fun joint birthday party, and probably a little bit more beer than I'm used to these days, with most of Saturday recovering from said birthday party.   However I was recovered enough to make it out in the evening for a 7.5 mile run in Central Park with Karim, a new running friend I met at a fitness boot-camp a couple of weeks back.   For the last part of the run, we ran around the reservoir, with the city skyline in the background, and ended up along a dark bridle path beautifully lit by fireflies.  Moments like that remind why I avoid running in the gym.

Melissa, Ariel, Ben, Shawn - pre-race excitement!

The next morning I travelled over to Brooklyn Bridge Park with Ariel, where we met Shawn and Melissa to register for the swim, get our bodies marked, and pick up our swim caps and timing chips.  The moments before an event can be hard when the old nerves build up, but I felt much less nervous than last year when I'd swum in NYC triathlon.  If I could survive the Hudson, then I should also be able to survive the East River as well!

The event was run by NYC Swim and they did a fantastic job of organizing it.  There were a few hundred swimmers, split into about 10 waves.  The 1 km route was clearly marked by buoys, and had kayakers all the way over the river to stop people drifting off course.  Also, every wave had a volunteer 'swimming angel' with a blue swim cap, in case anyone ran into difficulties.  The organizers were also great with supporting my logistical needs as I came fully equipped with crutches and a prosthetic leg that I'd need on the other side.  They were very friendly and accommodating, and checked in with me a few times before the swim to make sure I had everything I needed.

Made it to the other side!

All the waves lined up in the park, and before long we were on the beach and jumping into the water.  I was boiling in my wetsuit, so it felt good just to get into water to cool down.  As the swim got underway I had the familiar uncomfortable feeling of not being at ease in the water, as I adjusted to my new surroundings.  Probably from a mixture of nerves and the cold water, I started hyperventilating a little, needing to take a breath with every stroke.  Once I got my swimming rhythm going though, it got better.  My main concern was not going too much off course (really need to improve my sighting in open water swims!) and I was put back on course by a few of the kayakers as I went from buoy to buoy.

Apart from being bumped around a bit in parts, and a bit of a spluttering after taking in some water, I began to feel stronger as I made my way across the river, under the Brooklyn Bridge.  When I got to the other side, there was the usual adrenaline rush and feeling of accomplishment.  For anyone in the New York area, I would definitely recommend this swim as a fun and safe way of getting open water swim experience, with a unique perspective of the bridge to boot.