Lead up: The race was two weeks after Bassman, but it was a long sprint/short international distance race (.6mi, 20mi, 4mi), so it wasn’t going to be very taxing on the body. More importantly, it had two things that made it awesome: 1. it was being held in my hometown (nothing ever happens in my hometown). The bike course went past my elementary school and some of the houses of my best friends, and the swim and run happened in a facility that I had camped in when I was a kid. 2. it had a unique race category called “Battle of the Sexes.” For those entered, the women were given a 10 minute head start at the swim, and then the men began to chase them down, and the first 5 individuals across the finish line won cash: $1000 split: $500, $250, $150, $75, $25. So with money on my mind, I drove up with a friend on Friday evening, and slept in my bed at my parent’s house.
As I’m sitting in the hotel getting ready to race Syracuse 70.3 in a few days, I realize that if I don’t get these race reports up, I’ll end up probably never getting them done, and my Syracuse results (good or bad, hopefully good) will inevitably skew how I recollect what happened over a month ago. So, let’s crank this bitch out.
Lead up: Bassman was the first race I got to finally rock my Wattie kit, my Helix wetsuit, my first half-iron distance of the spring, and a chance to get some retribution from last year’s whoopsie. While a lot of my teammates were getting ready to throw down some epic performances at Wildflower and St. George, I was sleeping in my own bed, ready to go throw down in the Pine Barrens. Whatever, a free entry courtesy of CityTri, and no travel expenses? Sounds like a good plan to me. Plus, Erik was coming down with some Snapple & TriBy3 folks, so I knew there’d be some fast racers there (foreshadowing!).
The weather leading into the race all week did not look promising. High in the mid 40s, and overcast. Yuck. Finally race morning rolled around, it was cold as shit, and I hit the road. Got down to the course, got my transition area setup, and spent a lot of time shivering. It was around this time that I discovered it was a different bike course from last year (as in, one I didn’t know), but whatever, just roll with it. Tried to stay warm, chatted with Erik for a bit, and then finally it was time for our race to go off. The water was about 20 degrees warmer than the air… cool?