Quick race recap

Wanted to let you all know that I finished my event on Saturday.

My times were:

First section (1 mile run): 14 minutes, 14 seconds

Second section (8.3 mile bike ride): 46 minutes, 15 seconds (average pace 10.92 mph and I’d been lucky to do 10 mph in training rides, so I was happy with that)

Final section (3 mile run): 47 minutes, 14 seconds (average pace was 14:48 per mile)

Full and complete time from start to finish was 1 hour, 52 minutes, 28 seconds. I guess the one thing I can say with certainty is that it won’t be hard to improve on that performance should I ever decide to try a duathlon again.

at the starting line
at the starting line

Bottom line? I finished and I wasn’t as slow as I’d feared. I also didn’t have to get off and walk my bike up the hill at the start of the bike portion. These things are good.

On the other side of the equation, I still have a lot of work to do on accepting (perhaps even embracing) my vulnerabilities. I was the fattest girl there. I was the slowest girl there. I couldn’t even run a whole mile straight, which I really thought I could. Intellectually I know that, on February 1st when I started Project Me, walking a very slow 15 minutes left me winded and miserable and I’m a lot stronger than that now. Nevertheless, as I waited to start, throughout the event, and especially at the finish area, I just wanted to run away and hide from the shame of it all. From the shame of being me and being less than perfect, I guess. If I hadn’t told you guys I was doing it and if I hadn’t known that wonderful, encouraging Susan would be there at the finish line, I would have changed my mind the night before and done something else that morning instead. To be OK with being really, truly bad at something is just not something I’ve mastered yet; I’ll keep working on it.

Anyone have an uplifting story about doing well in a sporting event? Share, please, so I can remember that it does get better eventually.

  • http://www.weightywords.blogpsot.com

    I remember my first sprint triathlon. I was the next to fattest girl there and next to slowest. I had a lot of the same feelings you did (terror, as much from being seen in public in a swimsuit as the actual athletic event!). There was one woman there who was bigger, slower, and older. We smiled at each other after we finished. I did the same triathlon the next year and you know, that same woman was there. And we both improved our time. And smiled at each other. 🙂

    • http://lottalatte.com

      I had a similar experience on Saturday: there was a girl who I passed on my bike at about mile 4 and I said something supportive and lame like, “Looking good, keep it up!” as I passed, to which she replied, “I think I’m going to die!” She caught back up with me on the (non) running final segment before one of my running intervals and I kept encouraging her every time we’d cross paths on a switchback. I saw her after the event, sitting on the ground, and we chatted for a bit. She had no one there with her which made me super sad because I had not only The Husband but also Susan (with cowbells and energetic cheers aplenty), so I hugged her and told her she needed to get up and move around because sitting still was going to make everything more painful pretty quickly, so we got both of our bikes packed up and said we’d see each other next year. I hope she keeps up her training and tries it again next year because she was a really super person!

      Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing your own story. It does help my embarrassment to remember that others besides me struggle with new experiences, too!


  • http://twitter.com/authemmie

    I think it sounds like you did awesome! Much faster than I would have been, for sure. During my half marathon, I was trailed by a cop car most of the way since they had to open the roads back up and I was slow. But I did it, and life went on!

    • http://lottalatte.com

      Hi Emmie,

      Thanks so much for the supportive comment!

      I knew intellectually that I wouldn’t be able to run the whole thing but once it became a reality I was unprepared for the emotional toll it took on me. It was also a low point for me when I heard them say over the radio as I rode into the transition area, “Last rider finally off the course, #32″ – I didn’t want to look down but I did and that was my number.

      I was also not ready for the way that the whole event, end to end, would affect my body. I’d run and biked plenty of times and even done them together, but never the whole distance for all three segments and never on rocky trails, either.

      I’m glad I did it because I would always have wondered if I was capable of doing it otherwise. And yes, my life definitely goes on! We visited with friends and family for the rest of the weekend and I even hit up some outlet stores so that I could keep moving after the event. (Old Navy, Gap, JCrew, and Banana Republic all had good deals.) And I’m signed up for a 25 mile bike ride for the American Diabetes Association in May plus 5K events every month, so I won’t stop the public workouts, but it will be a while before I try anything like a duathlon again.


  • I am SO impressed with you!!!! Yay Denise!!!!!

  • That is so wonderful! You should be so very proud of yourself – just look at your photo and how good you are looking. I think taking the risk to do this event, as well as to finish are awesome. The only thing I am not so crazy about is how you kind of put yourself down toward the end of your entry. Denise! No! Can’t you see how much you are overcoming? I am so impressed. Now, pat yourself on the back!