Campman goes to the St George Triathlon

It’s true. A group of us managed to remove ourselves from the back of our computers and head down to the warm sunny skies of Southern Utah to push ourselves to the limits. It started off early as the transition area opened at 5:30 or so. We arrived around 6:30am to drop of our bike and other gear. Looking around at all the competition it looked pretty stiff. Some of the bikes I saw were pretty sweet compared to what I brought along. They could have been straight out of the Tour De France. 1600 people had signed up for the race, however I know of quite a few that didn’t show up.

Needless to say the weather wasn’t as ideal as I would have hoped. The wind was blowing. I heard reports that is was 40+ mph. The night before it was windy as well but at least it looked as though you were swimming with the wind. At race time it looked to have done a complete 180 and the swim was directly into the wind. Being a fairly weak swimmer I had a few butterflies while looking at the water. I just hoped that all the training was going to pay off.

Race time approached and the longer triathletes were up first. They had a mile swim ahead of them. My group was the sprint class and only had to swim half a mile. The gun sounded and the men took off swimming. Next up was the women in the longer distance. Fifteen minutes after the men the women were off. Now it was my turn. With my wet suit on I strolled into the 60 degree water. A bit chilly on the extremities. At first we were delayed 5 minutes. Then it was 15 minutes. Next thing we knew it was 30 minutes later and we were still chillin’ in the water waiting to start. In the meantime boats were coming back to shore carrying swimmers who had decided enough was enough. The number surprised me and made me a little more anxious about the swim. Finally something was mumbled on the loudspeaker and everyone wandered back up onto shore. The swim had been canceled. All that swim training for nothing. Needless to say there were quite a few people who were upset including the author. Oh well thats the way it goes.

At this point the it has turned into a duathlon. Bike and run for those who couldn’t hack the longer distance. Basically the officials took everyone and started them at the swims finish, shot the starter gun, and the race began. What a mess in the transition area. Making it worse was it being my first triathlon, not knowing what to do in the first place and having everyone else around you frantically trying to get out on the biking portion of the race. It was an interesting start.

Once out on the course things got better. However everyone told me triathlon courses were flat and fast. A lot of people had areo bars and time trial bikes. I’m sure they worked great since we were heading straight into a head wind. However there is a big hill not far into the race. It’s long, pretty steep, and has cattle guards. I kind of regretted not having a triple crank for my bike. I heard that some of the grade were over 7%. Once on top of the hill it was flat and didn’t take long to get to the turnaround point. Then came the fun part. Going back down the hill. With my newly attached bike computer I saw my speed hit 55 mph. It was the highlight of the race. Going that fast on a bike is a little unnerving which definitely gets the adrenaline flowing. Especially when I saw the approaching cattle guard. Some guy right behind me cased on it pretty bad I heard. I passed the ambulance on the way back to the transition area. An update I heard today is that he is ok and vowed to battle the hill again.

With the biking behind me it was on to the run portion. I heard other people grumble how they hate the running portion on this race since it is all on a trail. I quickly realized why running on this trail is something to gripe about. Sections of it had several inches of sand. Combined with tired legs from the bike, it made for a tough time. At points I thought I wasn’t going to be able to run the whole thing. However the last mile was pretty packed down and wasn’t so bad. The last section of the run ended with a sprint to the end where I was unable to catch the couple of guys in front of me and then someone handing me a metal as I struggled past over the finish line.

Feeling spent but accomplished I pulled my last little remaining energy to cheer on the rest of the Campman team. It was all over by 10 am. The rest of the day was spent cruising around the golf course in Mesquite having a few celebratory cold ones. However since the swim was canceled I can’t say I’ve completed a triathlon, so the training continues with the Salem Spring Tri being on June 7. Hopefully we’ll have better weather then.

Written by admin on May 15th, 2008 with no comments.
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