I feel pretty bad getting almost 3 months after the race, but oh well. I’m going to cheat a little bit in my race reports, as 1. I probably don’t remember a lot of the details, 2. I don’t think there is a ton of valuable insight that I can offer into these two courses that can’t be found elsewhere on the interwebs, 3. a quick RR is easier to write than a not-quick RR, and lastly, 4. I like how Joe Gambles has started doing his. So, without further ado, let’s bang this bitch out.
Well, I’m getting this up less than 7 days after the race, which unfortunately isn’t really a good thing because (in this case) I’m trying to capture my recollections surrounding the race, wash my hands of it, and move on to the next race, which is TBD. My teammate Chris Hague, who stayed with me in Syracuse, had a far better day than I, winning 20-24 AG by almost 30 minutes and punching his Vegas ticket. You can read his RR here, but more importantly, read his “Prelude to a Race Report” to understand how I intend to write my report. Obviously, its a bit easier to write a RR when things went well, and harder when you didn’t race well. But I will press on.
Pre-Race: Quassy had been on my schedule all season long for numerous reasons. First, it would be three weeks before Syracuse, and offered a similar course profile (albeit shorter). Second, I really wanted to do a Revolution 3 race after hearing such great things about their company. Third, it was an official Wattie Ink East Coast event; Heather Jackson would be racing, which meant Wattie would be in attendance, and I couldn’t turn down an opportunity to meet them both, as well as a number of my teammates, especially at a race only a few hours away by car.
I drove up to Connecticut on Thursday, and then Friday went over to the course and got checked in, drove the bike course, and racked my bike. The course was rolling hills and climbs and descents, and I was excited about it as a chance to really push my competitors. I got a chance to briefly meet 2 teammates, Dave & Chris, and then went back to Danbury to have dinner and rest.
In the morning I drove over, finalized my bike prep, and then headed down to the swim start. I jumped in the water to quickly check the temperature and get a brief warmup in, and then got to the front of my group for when they called us.
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?