Showing posts with label triathlon horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label triathlon horror. Show all posts

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Holy Crap!

I just took a look online at the triathlon course I'll be doing.


The swim is triangular around a pocket of a good-size, shark-free lake. No problem.


The run is slightly hilly, but nothing scary. Also, I'm just guessing here, shark-free. No problem.


This is the profile for the bike course.





Let me repeat... this is the profile for the course which Cerdic and I must haul our big-boned butts up and over. The earlier, visuals-free description online, when I registered, said "moderately hilly." It did not mention the giant freakin' mountain right smack in the middle of the course.


Okay, yes, I know mountains are technically 1,000 meters or more, but still. I am particularly terrified of what happens at the mile 4 marker. Is it me or does the course get vertical? Should I invest in some rock-climbing gear?? Crap!


I mean, really. Crap!!


Does Cerdic have a -0000 gear that might possibly get me over that monstrosity?


I suddenly feel like I should get a leash for Cerdic because I'm going to be walking him quite a ways on race day.


Maybe you cycling types think I'm over-reacting, but I'm having trouble getting up baby hills with maybe 20' in elevation gain over a quarter-mile.


That said, as I get less terrified of Cerdic, I am finding the momentum we build going uphill, however painfully, turns into warp speed momentum on the down side.


I will not be held responsible for any skinny wenches Cerdic and I take out as we break the sound barrier between mile markers 5 and 6.5.