I flew in to Boston and drove up with teammate Chris Braden aka Chris B Real, team captain Stephen and weekend honorary team member Lindsey Jerdonek. We tried like 8x times to get lobster that night, but eventually settled for calzones, still yummy!
The cool thing about this race was that we were able to cram about 90% of our OTFM team into Stephen's grandparent's beach house (plus 2x sets of parents). In sum we had 4x pros in the mens race, 2x pros in the womens race (plus honarary member Lindsey +1) and 3x guys in the amateur race. Of course having a full house of triathletes was a blast; bikes everywhere, and plenty of peanut butter! The night before the race we ate 8 large pizzas.
Yeah, so the race itself was kinda weird. I felt ok going into it, having put in a lot of big miles in the last month. One of my goals this season is to consistently make the front group on the swim and this being a wetsuit legal swim, I had no trouble staying with the lead guys--the pace felt comfortable enough and no one was pulling away--its the kind of feeling I have been seeking, and I know all the big swim miles have been paying off.
So, we came out of the water and my boy Chris B Real sprinted for the swim prime and "had a heart attack"in the process. Its why I love that guy, hes a goof with a big heart. Anyway, as I was running up the beach trying to keep my HR in check, a couple guys sprinted past me as I was slogging up the sand. Yikes. I plodded into T1, and was gapped by about 20 seconds from the guys who cranked it out. The rest of this story is just sad, because I am clearly an idiot for not killing myself to get up there (exactly the same scenario as my last race in Columbus). The first 4x guys formed a nice little group and stayed just in my sight as I caught Chris. I rode hard but to no avail; the 4 that got away again stayed in sight until about the halfway point where they really put time on me. Sigh. Another race hanging out in no mans land, behind the front group I should have gotten with and in front of a huge group of guys about a minute back. Fortunately, Chris stayed with me, so at least he was set up for a good race.
The run hit and I was feeling pretty tired. Chris passed me at about mile 2 and at about mile 4, 3 guys from the chase group passed me. I wasnt doing my usual death breathing which was weird, mostly I think because I was just kinda tired. I had nothing to push it to the next level. Sad day. I finished the race and wasnt my usual destroyed self. Instead I was just tired. Meh.
Here is teammate Katie Hursey on top of the women's podium and giving her victory speech. Just a boss. REV3 by the way put on a fantastic race.
I think I realize now that I might have been a bit too gung ho in the past month and dug myself into a bit of a hole. Next weekend is Hy-Vee, the race of the year, so now I am doing nothing but thinking about recovering. My friends at the pool have told me to do basically nothing this week. Welp, if thats what it takes.
Look at that sunset. I couldnt believe it was real. Ahh, the east coast.
Next stop, Des Moines!
Rudy
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