I copied this from my blog and I’m adding this first paragraph for the PTO blog. Since you might not be familiar with Missouri, Branson is located 4 hours SW of St. Louis. It has a huge theater district with most of the shows being country singers past their prime. It is also very hilly and might be considered one of the hardest 70.3 (WTC) races. I was told many times that it’s tough bike course when people found out which race I was doing. It’s also probably one of the few WTC races you can sign up for on site since it wasn’t even close to capacity. There were 601 male finishers and 141 female finishers.
I wasn’t really crying in agony but, when you haven’t been able to bike for about a month due to my knee issues and then go ride a hilly race, you’re in for a bit of pain…
If you’ve read previous posts you would know that I was trying to decide between Branson and Redman. Club Nationals were at Redman this year and a lot of people were heading down there. I ended up picking Branson since I told my parents they could come that week and then spend the weekend in Branson. I feel bad since they probably didn’t get to see much in Branson while they were there. I still can’t decide if I made the right choice on races…hilly and 50-60 or mostly flat and 91 degrees (as I was told).
Then we headed out to Branson Landing for dinner to checkout the welcome concert and the finish area. I think there were more people not doing the race watching the concert. After that we just went back home and went to sleep.
Saturday morning I headed over to a packed packet pickup at 10:15. Judging by the size of the line, I thought I would be waiting over an hour. A couple minutes later a woman asked if I have a current USAT card…yes I do…OK, you can go into that much shorter line. After standing in that line for a few minutes, I could finally see the little signs with 1-400, 401-800 and 800 and up near the tables. I also noticed people looking at papers on a table. I figured I should probably go see what my number is. 744…great, I can stand in a much shorter line! (I wish I had pictures of the line.) I ended up forgetting my chip. It’s a good thing I remembered when I went back there for the info meeting. I also found out that no one was at registration/packet pick up at 1pm. I don’t know if there is any advantage with going early unless they run out of stuff. It’s amazing how many people aren’t USAT members.
After getting my number and shirt, I headed over to see what things that let me brag about my race souvenirs I can spend my money on. That would turn out to be a cowbell, a water bottle, a pint glass and a cycling jersey. It was pretty low-key after that until I woke up the next morning.
Posting race nutrition seems to be the trend so here is my prerace meal.
Overnight Oats (Oats, Banilla yogurt, half a banana and milk)
2 Stinger Waffles (In T1)
1 Serving Skratch Labs Lemons and Limes
Sodium: 443 mg
Potassium: 935 mg
Since the race is a point to point race, the suggested plan of action was to drive to T2 in the morning and then take a bus to T1. So, I woke up, drove to T2, dropped off my running gear, found some tri club peoples, waited in line for about 20 minutes for a bus, watched the line grow to several hundred people (I was about 30th), got on the bus for what seemed to be the longest shuttle ride I’ve ever taken, got off said bus and walked to T1. Supposedly there were at least 5 buses running from 4:30-8. Due to our 20 minute wait, I wonder how many of those buses existed/were full. My parents and the nurse confirmed that the buses existed.
One thing I was unaware about IM events is that they are transition nazis. Why do I need to start leaving transition 30 minutes before the race, especially when the athlete guide says 15 minutes? It’s already a long day, why make people wake up 15 minutes earlier just to stand around in 45 degree weather. Through the use of my cell phone, which I was reluctant to bring in case I didn’t find my entourage, I found my entourage. I exited transition to say hi and to put on suntan lotion. The nurse suggested I reapply after the swim so, I went back in to transition and was not let out of T1 the same way as before. I tried to reason with a volunteer that it didn’t matter which way I exited as long as I exited as all exits lead to the beach. He didn’t agree. Another volunteer asked what was wrong and I pointed to the nurse and asked if he would tell them I need to meet them on the beach. So, we met on the beach and waited around for about 45 minutes until my wave started.
I got into the corral with one of my friends from the tri club and started the swim near him. I stayed on the inside of the buoys and there wasn’t much chaos. There also weren’t many people to draft off. When I did manage to draft off people it was short-lived since they all slowed down. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to draft off anyone long enough to realize the benefits. I swam along until the turn buoy and then cut back to the outside. It was fairly uneventful until some guy cuts across me out of nowhere and kicks my goggle. It popped right back into place and I swam to get around him. Then, he cuts back across me again. This process was repeated once more, minus the kicking of my goggles. I swam hard for about 10 seconds to get away from the guy. I really hope he didn’t do this the whole swim. After that it was mostly smooth sailing. I started passing people from previous waves which is always a good confidence/morale booster. I breathe on my left and I had some guy on that side, breathing on his right, get so close we almost kissed. Another guy kept pushing me to the right, until I swam back into him a little and then he realized he needed to redirect himself. Sighting was a bit difficult since the course was so far out and some of the buoys were small. I figured it out and kept swimming until I hit the gravel after swimming around 30-40 feet in about 2 feet of water with rocks you would not want to stand up on. It was weird how the water level stayed the same for so long. (The beach isn’t really a beach. It’s half sand and half gravel that sucks to walk on without shoes.)
The walk up the beach was slow. I didn’t bother to run since I still had the whole day in front of me and knew I’d have to take it easy on the bike. It is a race but, I didn’t understand why people were flying by me. You’re probably not going to PR in Branson but, whatever floats your boat. T1 was slow. I dried off since it was cold and stuffed everything into the green bag hoping it would show up in T2. The only plus to my bag not showing up was the excuse to buy a new wetsuit…It showed up. For the first time ever in a tri, I threw on a long sleeve bike jersey since it was still around 50 degrees. Best decision of the day, thanks to the nurse.
I should note that I changed from a 12-25 to 12-27 cassette so I could spin up the hills a little easier. The course went uphill for 6 miles to the “high road.” I chatted with one of my friends for a little bit on the ride which took my mind off the hills for a bit. Then, I picked up a bottle at the first aid station, threw it in my back pocket in case I needed it and said “you first” to my friend before the first descent. I’ve heard people say they hit 45-50 mph in Branson and I’m not surprised given how long the descents are. I’m not afraid of going fast but, I’m afraid of crashing as a result of going fast. I did a bit of reasoning right before I got to the first downhill…it would be tough to slow to less than 30 mph and if I’m going to crash the chances can’t be much higher if I’m going 40. Plus, crashing at 30 mph will more than likely hurt just as much as at 40 mph. Therefore, I will not touch the brakes unless absolutely necessary.
For the next 4 hours, this is what I did…
The run wasn’t that bad as the three loops made it easy to set little goals like, I’m going to run the loop around the park or I’m going to run to the turn around, since I mostly knew what was coming up after the first loop. The only bad part was they ran out of Coke and my stomach wouldn’t settle down. I figured this would happen so the plan was to take in more calories on the bike but, it’s not easy to eat stinger waffles when you’re constantly going up and down hills.