What a weekend!
It's a bit cloudy this morning, as I sit in the Westchester Airport waiting for my flight to O'Hare. But the last few days the weather has been perfect.
Friday morning I managed a nice easy 2hr ride through SUNY, New Paltz and out to Rosendale. I stopped in the local bike shop in New Paltz, The Bicycle Depot, and they helped me figure out why the bike was shifting so badly: the rear derailleur hanger wan totally bent! A couple quick turns of the wrenches and it was running smoothly again. Flying with bikes is hard on them, that is certain. Got back to the Shack, had a shower, ate and loafed on the couch, watching movies and sports on the giant tv.
Saturday was a total loafing day. We watched college football (Texas vs. Oklahoma), then started watching the Kona coverage on the laptop. That men's race was unbelievably exciting, but the women's only had one interesting part: where Chrisse Wellington got a flat and appeared to not be able to change her tire. Lots of bitching on ST (me included) about how many women can't perform even the most basic maintenance on their bikes. It turned out that Chrisse had run out of CO2. After she regained the lead on the bike, it was pretty dull to watch, although she did break the run course record for Kona!

A bunch more STers showed up, some staying with us, some not:


John (tetsuoni), Dawn (DawnT), Kat (lurker?), Tamela (DirtGirl), oh man two guys whose names I can't remember right now - I suck - Fred (fred_h), me, Chad (cdw).
Tried to crash early but I had trouble getting to sleep before midnight almost every night. Got up at 5am, far too early, race day. Cold, clear, crisp - perfect! But what the hell to wear??? Just wing it I think. Yeah LOL.

Get to the park (above), and start setting up. Look at that view!!! It is amazing out there! Met a few other STers, like Murphy's Law, tyler_durden, tri_yoda, parkito my man was there too, and some guy from a bikeshop in Buffalo, NY where AndyPants is apparently quasi famous... hunh?
Watch the long course folks start at 7:30, then wait around and try to warm up before our start at 8:30. I decided to go with knickers, a tanktop and a long sleeve shirt overtop of the tank. Gloves, visor and toe wamers were the accessories for the day. Good choices it seemed, it was cool in the shade and warm in the sun. The run was nothing but up and down up and down up and down. I decided before I started to walk every uphill, period. I was aiming for a slow 1h for the 5miles. I came in at 1:00:34, bang on. Passed a few people in transition, headed out on the bike, and immediately hit the first big climb.
Man oh man, that first climb seemed a lot harder than when I rode it on Thursday. I could barely turn the cranks over. Ugh. And when I got up out of the saddle, my calves wewre pretty grumpy. Being my first Du, I have to admit I thought it was going to be worse - Chad kept talking about "butt lock" that you get on the bike right after the run. Well, I didn't get butt lock, more like calf lock. They were close to seriously cramping the entire ride. Well except for my ~30min break in the middle of the ride.
Oh, yeah, a 30-40min break. Seriously. I flatted once, around mile 15, just after finishing a large climb. I heard my front pop, heard the hiss, and decided to roll downhill as long as I could before it was totally flat. Well, I'd advise no one to do that. Wow, did that bike ever become hard to manouever. Pretty freaky. Changed the tube, barely got it inflated with my new CO2 cartidge & valve and carried on. Not 2min later, the rear went. However I had no tube and no air. Fantastic. Karma was biting me square in the camping calves. I decided to walk. I mean I was ~14-15miles away from transition, away from anything really, but what else to do? I must have walked about 2miles, downhill at least. One fellow stopped and asked what I needed, and I said (stupidly): "A tube". So he gave me one and rode away. Wait! I need air too! Doh! So I changed the tire anyways, and then kept walking. Eventually another good samaritan asked what I needed, and this time I answered correctly: "A cartridge!". Got the tire pumped up, and got back on the bike.
The irony of the situation had not been lost on me, and while I wasn't going to win anything (I was DFL at this point), I was going to finish dammit. Finished my ride, racked the bike, and headed out on the second 5mi run. I was going to use the exacgt same strategy of walking up all hills, and I ended up with a run time about 10min slower, I can live with that. I used flat cola and a few gels on the bike, and had a gel on the run, which seemed to work OK, but I drank too much coffee in the morning, my gut felt bloated and I had to pee on both runs (not right). I think I need to drink less coffee, and likely switch back to decaf for when I do drink it. See if that helps alleviate that "gut bomb" feeling.
After all was said and done, I apparently won 1st in AG - solely due to the fact that I was the only one in the AG! My trophy below:

There were a lot of DNFs, Chad and tyler_durden included unfortunately, but Tamlea and Kat did really well, as did Brian, Fred; Dawn and Parke both rocked as well. Murphy's Law was like 5th overall I think.

Post-race: chili and beer, how awesome is that?

Look at that spread? Three kinds of beer, three kinds of chili, cornbread, lots of coke, etc. Wicked awesome. After the last folks came in, we headed into New Paltz for Stumpkin beer (stout & pumpkin ale) at the Gilded Otter - after waiting in traffic for half an hour - apparently all the "leaf peepers" were driving back into the city after a day/weekend of looking at leaves. Crazy. Got to the Otter, it was packed, the Stumpkin was great, and so was the cheeseburger. Headed back to the Shack, showered, had a few more beers in my trophy, packed the bike and hit the hay.
So here I am waiting. I thought my flight was at 10am, apparently it's at noon. I suck. I guess I had told myself "gotta be there at 10... gotta be there at 10..." so many times, it became "the flight's at 10... the flight's at 10...". So I hauled my butt out of bed at 5am and drove the 90minutes from Highland to White Plains. As soon as I had returned the POS Saturn VUE, I realized my error. Doh! Two extra hours at the airport - no vehicle! Oh well, serves me right dammit.
What have I learned from this experience?
1: Less coffee in the morning period. Decaf or not.
2: Two CO2 cartidges, not one. Just in case I have problems with the first one. It wouldn't have solved my problems but it would have made it easier.
3: My running is terrible. Really terrible.
4: Considering #3 above, my strategy worked really well (for me).
5: I am a pretty descent climber. Not amazing but I get it done.
Did I meet my goals? I think so, the only exception being that I wanted to get in more exercise, particularly running, during my time. Well, that didn't happen - I mean I rode enough, but I ran squat except race day. And I wonder why my running sucks so much. I really have no choice any more, I need to just start running more, not harder, just more often. I really don't like running at lunch every day (2-3 times a week is enough), so I may have to try the early am sessions. Something to figure out.
In the meantime, my legs are pretty stuff - quads mostly - and my biceps - from climbing out of the saddle I think. And my lower back too, a bit. My first duathlon was a hard one. But I loved this race, and would do it again in a heartbeat. In fact, I think I'd like to do it again next year. I know P would really like this race: hills everywhere, beer everywhere, lots of great riding. How can you go wrong? ;-)
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