That’s what you should call me… Alisha the Pinehurst Popsicle. I have done many many cycling races in miserable cold weather, but this was my first experience doing a Triathlon in miserable cold weather. And the crazy thing is… I know that plenty of people have done Triathlons in MUCH WORSE weather as well. UGH! I can’t imagine!
First off I wanna say kudos to all the people that came out and raced on Saturday at Pinehurst. Just being out there and participating in the event makes you one tough cookie.
My race turned into survival pretty quickly. I was cold before the swim start, even though I had warmed up. I was fine on the swim- I wore a wetsuit and it was all good- but then as soon as I hit the air and was moving to the transition area I started to get cold.
I had decided before the race that I was going to take the extra time to put on clothes to keep warm during the bike even though my transition would suffer. I’ve always been one of those to bundle up way more than most people when I’m riding, so being wet just coupled matters.
I was freezing on the bike needless to say, but just to make my bike ride even more miserable my rear wheel was making a really weird sound and it wasn’t turning right. I finally stopped and fumbled around and took the wheel out and then put it back in. Stopping made me completely cold, and trying to get going again just wasn’t happening. I ended up barely able to see straight at the end of the bike because I was so cold and my teeth were chattering. I was actually hitting my brakes on most of the downhill portions of the course.
Well, when I got back from the bike, I plopped down in the transition area contemplating on weather or not I wanted to go out for the run or not. I finally decided that by golly I was finishing this thing, no matter how cold I was. I shoved my shoes on and headed out… “just do it as a training run,” I told myself.
My feet were so cold. I was still struggling to get warm. A girl named Amy came running up to me and said “good job!” with a smile on her face around mile two. Her encouragement entirely changed my perspective on the race at that moment. I was able to start enjoying the run. We ended up running together and talking the rest of the way. She started cramping and I was able to give her one of my gels.Â
Amy talking to me was enough to keep me from thinking about how frozen I was, and I finally warmed up!!! Yes, at mile six on the 6.2 course I was warm! Ha… but at least then I was warm enough to walk back to the car with my husband.
I am so happy that people really do encourage one another and push eachother to be their best… and it’s really cool to see it happen during a race, and especially to be able to give and receive the encouragement at the same time like Amy and I did. That is what makes an active, fit lifestyle completely rewarding!
Good job to all the Pinehurst finishers again… you are all heros to me!