2012 Y Spring Sprint Triathlon

Spring Sprint Triathlon

(750 pool swim, 12.5 mile bike, 3.1 mile trail run)

Boise is a fortunate community to have such a vibrant group of people.  Something about our area drives people to be healthy and active.  When 300+ people do the local triathlon at Camel’s Back Park, it is a grand celebration of our vitality.  Thank you Boise for being fit!

We can still do better.  Triathlon is a simple sport.  Swimming, biking, and running are the most basic forms of self transportation we humans have.  Everyone should be proficient at one or all of the disciplines.  Just like we expect 100% literacy.  We should grow to expect everyone learns the enjoyment and health benefits from a little self propulsion.

We had a large amount of our youth taking part in the race.  Year after year this segment is expanding.  The future of triathlon is growing leaps and bounds.  It makes sense, the kids love the sport when it is coached appropriately and it is one of the best life long lifestyles one can partake in.  The Y has a growing Youth TriClub Program that is provided all year and now at both the Downtown and West Y.  Check out more information here:

YMCA’s Youth Triathlon Program

When you see the kids race you can’t help but smile.  They are having so much fun and you can see the reward goes well beyond the race.  These are the youth that will be thriving through out their lives.  The kids looked awesome in their new jersey’s; thanks Swim and Run Shop!  Great job kids!  Keep it up!

As a coach I get a huge amount of satisfaction from seeing new people enter our sport and find the same amount of enjoyment that I do from it.  When people start the journey, and appreciate the process and the challenge; amazing things happen.  We are getting more and more people from many different backgrounds taking up this wonderful sport and becoming stronger people.  Not just physical, but stronger mentally and spiritually.

Thank you to all the racers!  Without you our community wouldn’t be half of what it is.

Race day is a chance to let your body gallop as fast as it can.  I enjoyed the movement my body provided and raced with an inner smile.  On both the bike and run my cardiovascular fitness felt limitless while my legs did their best to deliver what they could.  Having Lola and Hortense at the finish line is a thrill that still gives me goose bumps.  I race for them.  I race to be the best that I can be.  To find my best self.  Being 100% healthy means I’m able to commit 100% of myself to them.  Having this flow in life means being able to give more to your sphere of influence.  I’m invested in making our community one of the best in the world.

Thank you to the Y for this community strengthening event.  Thanks to the volunteers for allowing this to happen.  Thanks to Bandanna, Idaho Mountain Touring, Power Bar, and Regence for partnering with the Y and improving the Treasure Valley.

2012 Y Spring Sprint Triathlon Race Results

Nautica South Beach Triathlon

My first race at 37 turned out to be my first race leading in the age category as well; by a full 3 years over Bevan Docherty, the next oldest and 7 years over the rest of the field! I’m in this sport for its fountain of youth effects on my vigor and stamina. I’m riding the wave of what science currently knows and using it to stay youthful. It’s stuff most of us know, exercising and eating healthy. Simple enough, but few of us take advantage of the equation and even fewer try to maximize their potential with a smart approach.
Time will tell but I believe our generation will be capable of re-writing what’s possible as we age. I hope to be contemplating with my wife what country we’ll be touring on our bikes in the year 2065 (I’ll be 90 she’ll be a youthful 86).
I traveled on Friday from Boise to Miami and arrived after midnight!  Thank goodness for the CEP Clone that kept my legs fresh and happy.
Race morning came with the watch alarm going off at 4:30 (which is 2:30am MST!) yikes. It can definitely be hard to convince the body of a top-notch effort at this hour of the day. I warmed up as well as possible in the short 10 minutes available. Suddenly your standing on the beach and the moment you’ve been training for all winter is seconds away. It is an honor to line up with an international field of some of the best athletes in the world.
I had to laugh when one of the pros said exactly what I was thinking, “Why are there guys in wetsuits?” in a slow befuddled way. Turns out the amateur elite wave, (which were allowed to wear wetsuits, the pros were not) started with us. Probably, something the organizers should reconsider next time. Then, in a flash we were hurling our bodies at top speed towards the calm waters of the Atlantic.
Less than forty seconds into the swim I was on the receiving end of a perfectly executed kick to the face that sent my goggles flying completely off my head. If someone in Miami wants a really sweet pair of Aqua Shere goggles they are not far offshore from the swim start. Wow! Just like that you experience the feeling of dread in the pit of your belly. I lost focus for a moment and then quickly got over the setback.
Only 100 meters into the swim we turned 90 degrees at a buoy and proceeded to parallel the beach all the way to the swim finish. I’m usually, solid hitting a good line and getting through the melee quickly. However, taking the turn at the buoy alarms started sounding off. I’m in the bottleneck, doing dog paddle and breastroke being hindered by too many bodies trying to squeeze through a small area. Code Red….it’s taking f o r e v e r to get around the buoy. Once getting around it and in some open water I start moving as fast as I dare. It takes several sights to notice that the front group is gapping me.
For the next few minutes I’m doing everything I can to close the distance. Alas, with Javier Gomez and Dustin McLarty driving the pace at the front, I’m not gaining. The energy level is too much to sustain so I’m forced to settle in realizing the time gap will grow.
I mentally brace myself for the chase and the solo efforts. I’m a racer at heart; thriving on the competition around me. It’s tough to race alone, even if you are leading.
Entering T2, I notice the lead group of close to 10 guys rolling out on their bikes all over a minute ahead. In my haste and with a little too much focus on the lead group I sprint past my bike rack. I scold myself for losing precious seconds.
I’m riding the super highways of Miami with enough open road for a few thousands bikes but there’s no one. Not a soul in sight. Mile after mile and still no one. It feels like the end of the world but it’s not, I’m just racing my guts out a few thousand miles from home on the early morning deserted roads of Miami.
Finally, I see a few of the riders off the back of the leaders. It drives me to continue the suffering. Andrew Yoder came by making it look so easy. It’s great to have someone to race but then he’s gone bridging up to the leaders just out of my reach.
Solo. Again.
Passing a few riders rewarded the strong effort but most of the front group remained just on the horizon. The last few miles Chris Foster caught me and it proved helpful to at last have a racer with me. It would end up being the only time all day.
Once on our feet, Chris used his prowess as a runner to pull away. Then, I heard a freight train closing in fast behind me. Kaleb Vanhort cruised by at an awesome pace wearing the same nothing but fast SCOTT Race Rocker. That was it; the rest of the run, like the swim and bike was solo. It is worth noting that we ran about 4 miles on a wet boardwalk. Talking with several of the pros afterwards we all felt the slip effect. That’s part of the reason everyone’s run times are a bit slower.
I felt good and convinced myself of a fast pace.
Thinking of Lola kept a smile on my face when the pain came.
I reminded myself to embrace the challenge and feel the pain as an awakening to a higher state. I found it hard to push where I’ve been without the carrot of competition in sight.
First race of the year is in the books and I’m thrilled with the overall fitness and the ‘comfort’ of running in the heat. The 12th place finish is pretty sweet too.
Thanks for all the support from so many in our wonderful community. Thanks Boise!

Race Results