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2024 Jones Beach 70.3 "Take 2"

"Coached Athlete Jon G wrote a marvelous Transition and Nutrition Recap that should be shared to other athletes. Its important how well or off a race or event went for you, because as the memories fade so does our account of how the event went, learning and improving event to event is what makes us a better rounded athlete. "

-Coach Ken


Written By Jon G


T1:  

In a shaky jog due to the crazy experience we’ll call “The Swim”, I entered T1.    My son Justin and I were lucky to have racks just a few spots from the end and just a few rows from Swim In.  I easily found my spot, and Justin was already there.   He was fully dressed in his bike gear, flashed his great smile and greeted me with his usual “Hi Dad!”.  I was starting to assess the soaking mess that was my carefully laid out belongings, but it mattered less seeing him make light of what I considered a tragic situation.


After last year’s horrific race conditions, I promised myself two things:

  1. If I sign up again, the weather would be pleasant

  2. I would never put myself thru a miserable race again


With the realization that both promises were wrong, I contemplated quitting right there.  But how could I quit and expect Justin to continue?  


Last year the forecast was accurate and gave us warning, so I had packed a cycling rain jacket and a plastic bag to keep my stuff dry at the rack.  This year the forecast was wrong (from a precipitation perspective), and I had no such preparation.  My towels were soaked, so there would be no drying off. My socks and bike shoes, which I left in a way I could quickly put on, were soaked as well.  It was going to be a cold and miserable 3 hours on the bike, ugh!


Thinking fast, I remembered the long-sleeved shirt I wore in the early morning.  I had stuffed it into my tri-bag when arriving at transition, and I pulled it out.  It was a base-layer style shirt, not wind or water resistant at all, but better than nothing.  It was soaking wet, but I pulled it over my wet tri shirt anyway.  Are we having fun yet?


Pulling my bike off the rack, my shaky legs weren’t up for jogging in cycling shoes.   I did my best impression of a speed-walk as I head for Bike Out.  My feet felt the soaked socks squishing water.


Bike Nutrition:

Out on the bike course, I had had 3 bottles of hydration:

  1. Hammer Heed in the aero-bar bottle; this is my usual drink and I enjoy it in Orange

  2. High-carb SIS drink in a water bottle.  I don’t love the berry flavor of my recent stock, but it’s got 80g of carbs! The water bottle has an opening with a membrane that opens from pressure.  Typical bike water bottles have a bite valve that recedes to close.  The membrane style is better to refill the aero bottle on the fly, as it doesn’t close when being pushed through the aero-bottle’s seal.

  3. Plain water, just in case


I had packed chews of various flavors and brands.  Before putting them into the top-tube bag, I shook em up with confectionery powder.  The powder sticks to them so they’re less sticky when pulling em out.


I also brought my favorite gels, which are of the hydrated variety and don't require drinking water.  Although available in the aid stations, I preferred to leave that as a back-up plan (e.g. in case I drop a gel or two).  My plan was to put the gels into my tri shirt pockets, as I always do.  But since I was now wearing a shirt over the tri-shirt, I lost access to those packets.  Fortunately, my Profile Design aero bottle has a small storage area with a rubber lace.  I squeezed 2 gels in there, hoping the strap held them in place (it’s failed when hitting sharp bumps).   I did end up stopping at an aid station to pick up a few more.

GUSTY winds on the Bike

T2:

Entering T2, I fully expected my sneakers to be soaked.  I had left them sole-side up to minimize them acting as a rain bucket.  But it didn't much matter, as my feet and socks were soaked from the bike leg.  


My pinky toes were giving me trouble throughout the training season, and I found a solution by prepping them with anti-chafing cream.  I had the cream with me, but applying it would require removing my socks.   I had this process down during months of training, but today the socks were soaked. I decided to skip this crucial step and hope for the best.


During training runs, I was in the habit of carrying adequate hydration for the full duration.  For this race, I planned on taking just one hand-held running bottle, and use the aid stations to refill as needed. I grabbed the bottle and downed another gel as I exited T2.



The Run:

Optional reading but possibly a carry-on from the bike nutrition


Within the first half-mile of the run, a cramp developed in my stomach.  I hadn’t had one in years, so this was an unwelcome surprise.  It was so painful I had to walk frequently.  During the walks, it still hurt but in a diminished capacity.  I got very cold while walking, as the 20-30 mph wet wind cut through my body.  I couldn't see how to endure this for 10 more miles.  Panic was setting in as I wondered what to do?


For the first time in 20+ years of triathlon, a race cut-off time entered my mind. I didn't know the specific time nor my current time.  All I recalled was hearing that it wasn’t relative to an athlete’s actual start time.  On the boardwalk, I wondered how and where they let athlete's know the time was breached?


I have friends who regularly battle cutoff times, and I now appreciated what they felt.  I had always admired their dedicated spirit to race despite being “slow”.  In pain from the cramp and getting increasingly cold while walking, I summoned a commitment to emulate their spirit and finish this race!


I told myself to maintain forward motion until the cramp subsided.  Somewhere around mile 3, after many walk-run iterations, I again delicately resumed a jog.  The pain seemed diminished this time.  After a few minutes, I was hugely relieved that it had passed! 


Run completion:

Optional


After doing my best for another 7 miles, I reached the lap 2 turnaround on the West end.  With 10 miles completed, the fear of not missing the cutoff had passed.  My mind now wondered about my personal time goal.  I hadn't used my watch to time the race, but that goal seemed unlikely.  


The final 3 miles would be the toughest, with the last 2 into the sharp wind and rain.  I was achy and exhausted.  The challenges imposed by Mother Nature had been formidable. As I struggled during this final stretch, I settled into the pride of completing an event I nearly quit.   


Racing w/ Your Son Priceless


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