Yeah, yeah I know I am terrible at blogging. I've been told that since I go off on rants so often I should just type it out on a daily basis. So, that is the new plan.Anyway, I did the nations oldest triathlon last weekend. The Los Alamos Triathlon is in its 34th year of existence, which is definitely the oldest in the country and most likely the world for that matter. The Los Alamos Tri has always been in the back of my mind and something I wanted to be sure to win at least once in my tri career. Los Alamos, NM is my home town, the race is the first triathlon I ever did (3rd place in '98), and I have had too many near misses at the race (3rd, and two 2nds in '03 and '05). So, considering all these motivators winning the Los Alamos Triathlon was something that has steadily grown in importance over the past few years.
In '03 I had west Nile virus and wasn't able to put out my best effort, and in '05 I had an early season fall and compression fractured my hip thus causing a calf injury as well. This year I was finally hitting on all cylinders and ready to put in a solid effort (even if I had a big training week in preparation for this weekends Chicago Triathlon). Needless to say, passing on the XTERRA Mountain Championship to go to my hometown race was a very easy decision.
This is a weird race. It is bike, swim, run (we don't have a lake in Los Alamos, only an Olympic sized pool). It is 20k over a very hilly course at 7500+ ft., a 400m zig zagging swim in the 50m pool, and a 5k run again over a very hilly course with plenty of altitude.
This has got to be the toughest format of triathlon you can possibly do. Without anything leading into it the bike is basically a pure TT. The speed is high and due to the mass start there is plenty of chances to draft (if you are that type of athlete). Fortunately, the difficulty of the course usually breaks up the group and keeps the drafting to a minimum. With such and intense bike to lead things off it is amazing how lousy you feel getting into the water. It really is very much like swimming band drill (swimming with a band strapping your ankles together causing your legs to drop). And if that isn't bad enough there is nothing (in my opinion) that feels worse then trying to run fast out of the water. I always feel heavy, slow, and disjointed.
Anyway, the day started of a bit too early for me. I was awakened at 4:18 (yes, exactly 4:18) by an intense thunderstorm. I never really got back to sleep and was pretty certain the race might be postponed or cancelled altogether. However, thanks to the dry climate of NM the rain was easily absorbed and even though it was still overcast and ligthly raining the race went off without a hitch at 7:00.As usual the bike went out fast. Former pro cyclist, Clay Mosley, pushed the early pace. This was exactly what happened in '05 when Clay beat me for the win at my last Los Alamos Triathlon. I wanted to stay close to Clay since I know he has improved his swim and is no slouch on the run so I couldn't let him get away. Heading into the "mile long hill" on the 3rd mile Barry Claman lead Clay and I at a strong pace. Yet, as the hill began I seemed to find some climbing legs I wasn't entirely expecting. I caught Clay (who I would later find out was a bit ill and not 100%) quickly and would reel in Barry just before the top of the hill. For a moment I thought that was that and I would just ride away but Barry put up a good fight. We traded the lead several times and had dropped the rest of the field by the turn around at 10k. Barry kept the lead from the turn around to the descent down the "mile long hill" where as Barry puts it my "fearless descending" brought me back to the lead.
Coming into T2 I was just a bit ahead of Barry and hoping my swim work over the last several months would show up on the day. After not being allowed to dive into the pool (come on, Seriously?!) I was able to find somewhat of a stroke and separate myself from the rest of the field. I had almost a minute lead heading to the run and was able to suffer through the early stages and find my running legs by the turn around at 1.5 miles and enjoy the run back in.
For some reason it is always very satisfying to win you hometown race. Maybe because I have known this race for so long and dreamed of winning it one day. Anyway, I have to say that it definitely feels good to mark that one off the to do list, and I feel as if I have stepped to another level.Also, it was very good to finally have a race this season that went well. I didn't have a crank fall off, or damage my foot. I was finally able to just put my head down and race.
Hopefully I have finally turned the corner after 3-4 years of stupid injuries, inconsistency, sickness, and frustration.


