Well no, not really. Triathlons are usually first thing in the morning, so you're usually too tired to even think of nerves. Its more of a stumble and drag out of bed and into the car, the nerves don't seem to set in until right at the start line.
One advantage to living with two fellow team-mates (and often others the day before a race), is the whole house is up and about by 5am on race day. Which means cranking up pump up music on the stereo while eating breakfast and prepping the bikes. SO MUCH WIN! The only thing that would have made that 'win' in caps locks AND bolded would have been if breakfast was brotein waffles*.
*Brotein waffles - noun - according to a certain tall ginger triathlete whom I have the pleasure of living with, a brotein waffle is when a house full of guys makes waffles with protein powder. Bros don't make protein waffles, they make brotein waffles!
Coronation is a funny race, as this is Alberta and the weather is, shall we say, more volatile than Donald Trump. Due to this fact, the swim takes place in a 50m pool. All ~300 athletes go through that pool, 4-6 at a time per lane, slowest to fastest. This means that myself and my peers didn't race until the last heat, which went at 10:45am - but transition closed at 7am. So we had to be at the race site by 6:30am to set up transition, and then we just chilled for hours until it was time to warm up.
My team-mate and I wound up in the same lane swim and we swim roughly similar times in practice, so we decided to swim the 1km drafting. Every 100m the leader would pull to the side and let the person behind take the lead. This worked quite well, and helped me swim a faster time then I think may have been possible otherwise on the day - given my continued (and annoyingly persistent) shoulder problems.
With the swim down, I took off to transition. Now while racing one tends to envision themselves looking powerful and strong in race photos. In reality, often you just look like your dying.
I charge to my bike in transition, strap on my helmet, un-rack and take off. I had taken no more than two steps towards the exit of transition when I realized my front tire was completely flat. Sometime between when I had pumped it up at 5am, checked it again at 7am as transition closed, and when I entered T1 at roughly 11am - my tube had sprung a leak. To quote Jennifer Lawrence, "I thought of a bad word that I can't say, that starts with 'F'".
With no flat repair kit, as I had left it at home due to the shorter nature of this race, I had to quickly decide if I was going to bike the entire course on a front wheel flat or call it a day and pack it in.
As my mother, Tracy Fenske, often states "Mama didn't raise no quitters." The fact that one would expect a more eloquent phrasing from someone with a genius IQ level aside, the point is a valid description of my attitude. I was finishing the damn race.
So away I went. This course was 26km, 4 laps of a 3km downhill, 3km uphill, and a few km of flat sections. Riding on a flat is hard work I found, very hard work. Mind-numbingly hard work. My legs were screaming at me, and of course with a flat I couldn't coast on the downhills - I had to push just as hard to get downhill as I did uphill. I have never worked harder to maintain a 30km/hr average speed in my life. Also turning on a flat is a challenge and your balance is really off - hence my stiff armed look.
Regardless, I finished the bike, transitioned to the run and took off - or tried too. After working that hard on the bike with no rest even on downhills, my legs were shredded. Just destroyed. That 8km run hurt like none other, and I finished in a time I do not feel like sharing.
But I did finish. Which is good, because my mama 'didn't raise no quitters.'
Side note: I find this meme hilarious!
All round it was a good day for the club, everyone came home with a medal (except myself, although I likely would have been third had things gone well given that third place was my time from last year), and one lucky gal I train with won a $2,800 Cervelo bike! Couldn't have gone to a more deserving person, so happy it was her and not someone else who won the bike in the draw. Perfect time for a team shot with coach!
I was upset at the bad luck, and my own stupidity for neglecting to bring the flat repair kit to the race, but all-in-all I realized you gotta take the good races with the bad. I had a good day with my mates, we got free food (and ran off with armfulls of free sandwhiches which are currently stored in our fridge), and the weather was perfect and 18 degrees - suprisingly. And fortunately this wasn't a qualification race.
Also, I realized after the fact I had a faster race time with the flat tire and shredded legs than I did at this same race 2 years ago when I raced my first triathlon - which says something to my improvement in recent times.
PS - Sometimes its good to laugh at yourself - such as this photo perfectly demonstrating the most awkward way to dismount from a bike:
Talk to you later, interweb!
Cheers!
Bryan