Vineman 70.3 + A Note

The last time I did Vineman 70.3 was in 2011. I went 5:07 and ended up peeing on myself. It was not a high point — though it was probably a standard point then — in my triathlon career.

This year, I wanted to do much much better and I wanted to go hard. That was my plan. Just go hard. Stay in it. See what happens.

Naturally, somehow, I ran out of time before the race and ended up being that person who is sprinting down the beach, wetsuit in hand, as my wave gets in the water to warm-up. Some guys in the wave behind me helped and I still was in the water with five minutes to go. So. Whatever. Tons of time. Stop being so triathlete about everything.

Steve provided helpful Twitter updates as I was swimming:

The swim, itself, was weird. I was all of a sudden in first and I kept waiting for the girl swimming with me to pull away, only she didn’t. It never felt insanely hard, but I figured we had to be swimming fast, right? I’ve never been in first in a swim before, so I’m just going to assume this is good? Maybe it doesn’t feel that hard because I’m killing it? It actually turns out that if you feel like it’s not particularly hard that should probably be a clue. I was wildly appalled that we ended up swimming a 29:11. But it’s just as well I don’t wear a watch during the swim and only found this out after the race. Note to work on: Stop thinking of self as “just a moderately OK swimmer who is only in the front by mistake.”

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I got on the bike first after arguing with a spectator about whether or not the “hill” at the mount line was too steep to start on. He said it was. I said I’m from around here, this isn’t even a hill.

The girl I’d been swimming with caught me pretty quickly, but I decided she’d come back to me later. Then Emily caught me around 45 minutes in. Objectively, I knew I was biking well. Power, speed, time, catching pro girls. Why was I getting passed so much then? What the hell was going on? I briefly had a ‘maybe my power meter is broken’ line of thought, and then decided it’d be fine. Fiiiiiine. Just keep going hard and they’ll come back to you. This is what I told myself all day. That and: if you don’t eat and drink no one is going to come back to you.

Around two hours in, I caught back up to the first girl and was catching some of the pro women who started right before us (and watching some of the 45-year-old men’s pace lines as they went by). I sort of zoned out a little at the end and maybe lost some time because all of a sudden I was at 2:39 and pulling into the school — and I definitely thought I’d be pulling in a few minutes before that.

It’s fine, fiiiiiine, just keep going hard and they’ll come back to you.

As I biked in, I saw Emily headed out on the run. I thought, that’s what, 4 minutes? I can totally make up 4 minutes, just run hard, it’s fiine. It’s probably just as well I didn’t know it was really like 7 minutes.

I ran hard. 6:40s, 6:50s on the hills, and there were lots of hills. It’s possible I ran a 6:30 first mile. But I felt good, pounding gels and water. I kept thinking I’d come around a corner and see Emily way up ahead on the road. I kept thinking if I just ran hard the race would come back to me. At the winery, I saw Leslie coming out as I headed in. She told me after that she didn’t recognize me because I was running so fast, so there you go. Apparently, when I stumbled into the finish later I was totally recognizable.

It wasn’t until the turnaround that I finally saw anyone in my race. And there wasn’t much to think at that point but: well, shit. Emily was still 3-4 minutes ahead of me and Christine was maybe a bit over a minute behind me and moving significantly faster. I was basically running in third, it just hadn’t happened yet. That’s just math. But I’m sort of proud of what I thought and did at that point: There wasn’t much I could do with 4.5 miles to go; I hadn’t played my cards well enough early enough to get enough time on the swim + bike. All I could do now was keep running as hard as I could, because you never know.

Around 9 miles I also ran straight into a wall. Everything started to hurt, just overwhelming heavy pain. This is what I looked like still trying to run 7:15s:

I was fighting and struggling, and it’s all a bit of a blur. But I made it to the last mile without Christine catching me and really thought I was going to be able to do it. I could see the school up ahead, and then she blew by. And my legs were 100% jello. They just gave out. She put a whole minute on me in that last 5 minutes. But eventually I made it to the finish and my legs buckled and I sort of leaned into whatever was closest, which turned out to be a table of medals. And people were calling for medical and I was like: It’s fine, I’m fiiiiiiine, Imma just sit down for a little bit. Hah.

Next time, I’ll finally run a sub-1:30. Next time.

Now, a note that needs some goddamn head-on addressing:

The top three in our age group were the top three amateurs overall, and very fast. In the aftermath of it being stupid insanely competitive, two comments stood out.

  • Steve was looking at either the 30-34 or 35-39 men’s podium (I don’t remember which) and was like: Hey, that’s sort of do-able; if I get in shape again, I could have a shot at that, as opposed to how insane the women’s category was, comparatively. And I pointed out that’s precisely because there are fewer men racing age group who really should be racing elite. Yes, there are individuals here and there, but look at the top 10 amateurs at Kona, for example, more of those men will be racing elite next year than the women. The overall aggregate effect of this, which isn’t a comment on the competitiveness of any one specific race or age group, is that the men’s age groups feel still within shot, if you trained hard, sure, but not impossible. Which brings us to the second point…
  • A friend on twitter, who’s also 30-34, was like ‘Ugh, that’s so ridiculous it makes me just want to quit, since I’d never have a shot.’ That is exactly the problem with the current situation, with fewer top AG women feeling they have a reason to move up, fewer opportunities for them at the top, it has a debilitating effect that trickles down in the sport. This stifles growth and development. This also isn’t to comment on any specific person, everyone has their reasons obviously, but the net overall effect is a chilling self-perpetuating cycle where the only way you can compete in the age groups is to be good enough to race in the elite field — which seems oxymoronic.

Look, I get that people think this is a weird argument coming from me specifically; I was one of those top three women this weekend. I get that the fact that six years ago I qualified for an elite license and am instead currently racing age group stresses everyone out and has been causing a lot of whispering, so let’s clear up some facts.

1. I was not qualified to race elite, even if I had wanted to, at the start of this year. Literally. Did not meet qualification criteria. I am racing the only category I was qualified to race this season. So chill out.

2. Until races this spring, I last qualified for my elite license six years ago. Once. During that six years, I didn’t even do triathlon at all for a few of them. There are lots of people who have qualified to race elite lots of times a lot more recently than me who are still racing age group. The only difference between them and me is they never took their license before. The difference is definitely not in ability, training volume, time, lifestyle, or resources.

3. Yes, I plan to move up. Let me finish out the fucking season I’ve already paid for, but no I don’t intend to stay here forever. The problem is not with moving up on a schedule, but with never doing so.

4. And this is a bit more philosophical, but: I am a LOT faster than I ever was when I raced elite. I started training for real last summer just to see if I could get good. I needed this year to build a base, and test out if I could actually sustain the training without getting hurt, and make sure I didn’t make the same mistakes I did last time around, and set up my work schedule and support structure and environment, and get my mindset screwed on so I could really be professional about things when the time came. And, yet, I still lose the age group plenty of times. It’s gotten overall faster since I last raced regularly. I never would qualify now for an elite license on my old fitness. And that’s good for the sport, but partially there’s also this class of elite AGers that I don’t remember from before. That system is the problem. I know I have a specific story, but there’s NOT some giant problem of people who used to race elite coming back to age group after taking a break. There’s like four of us in the country and we’re not even the fastest. It’s like worrying about voter fraud; it’s not really a real thing. I know it’d be easier for me to not be the one pointing out the problems with how our women’s age groups are set up, but hell, if anyone knows firsthand the ripple effects on women of our current system it’s me. When we don’t have a separate elite-amateur category, when we don’t force the best people to upgrade, when we don’t have opportunities for women at the top level to encourage them to move up, when we have systemic and cultural attitudes that discourage women from owning their success, this is what you get.

8 thoughts on “Vineman 70.3 + A Note

  1. Great race. Interesting commentary about those elitie-AG. When I recently asked a top AG (that pretty much doesn’t have any competition) if she was taking her pro card, she replied, “No way, I love racing Kona too much and I wouldn’t get to go as a pro.” Hmmm, predicament. Other than the “free” races, where is the incentive for top AGers to step up to be C or D list pros?

    So, in closing, please step up to Pro/Elite before you reach my AG. Thanks.

    1. This is all anecdotal, but I’ve heard that from a lot of the top girls. I dunno. I don’t particularly care about Kona, and this year will be my first time ever, so it’s hard for me to really “get” that.

      I think the problem is there isn’t much of an incentive right now? I’d argue the incentive is it’s a challenge, you push yourself. Yes, it’s financially probably better — it’s cheaper and you can get some homestays, maybe win some money, get some sponsors — but of course you have to be emotionally OK with fighting for 10th instead of winning your AG or whatever. But that’s all in your head anyway.

  2. Your initial blog on this topic was what convinced me to take the leap. Sunday was my first pro race and I was one of the pros you beat! I could’ve easily been on the AG podium (again) but I wouldn’t have traded this experience for anything!

    1. Awesome! Nice job out there. I know the first race is tough, but totally an experience! (I’m pretty sure, btw, you’ve pounded on me in a few local NorCal races, hah! It’s such a small triathlon world.)

  3. Congratulations on your race! I was really excited for you when I saw your name popping up on the Vineman results. Nice job.

    Also I really appreciate hearing your thoughts about the elite age groupers in the women’s field. There’s a woman who would crush the field whenever she raced around here but last year she made the decision to go pro, and now she’s usually in the bottom half of the pro field. I have nothing but respect for her decision, even though I’m sure it would have been easier for her to just stay amateur and continue to rack up overall wins. I understand why many other elite AG women wouldn’t make that same decision, but my hat’s off to anyone who does.

  4. […] It was also the first race this year that hasn’t been definitively obviously better than the one before it. This may not be obvious to everyone else — courses are different, times are different, […]

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