Earlier this week I hit the Mooseman website to run some stats on my upcoming (and first) Half Ironman. All I can say is if there’s “safety in numbers” I am sooooo unsafe!
total race field: 1,069
total females: 295 (28%)
females 40-44: 61 (18% of females / 5% of field)
Mind you, I could be even more exposed–like Mary, Ginny and Sharon. That trio makes up this year’s entire “60-64 F” age group. Ladies, you outliers in the 99th percentile truly rock! I hope I’m still tackling 1.2-mile swims, 56-mile bikes and 13.1-mile runs in my sixties.
I’ve worked myself into quite a dither about Mooseman, yet I am thrilled to report that the fear’s focal point is not the swim. This is progress, since just eight months ago I really did think I might die in the chilly waters of Freeport, Maine during my first Olympic tri, Lobsterman. While I can’t recall how I fared on Lobsterman’s bike or run—heck, I don’t even remember my overall time—I do know my .93-mile swim time by heart: 30:03.
A “half IM” swim is slightly longer than that of an Oly (1.2 miles as opposed to .93) but since Lobsterman I’ve spent 54 hours of my life swimming 137,253 yards in Wayside’s pool (yes, I track this stuff), so I should at least achieve survival. The part I panic about is the run: could someone please tell me how the heck one runs a freaking half marathon after 56 miles in the saddle??? The New Bedford Half Marathon gave me a deep respect for “13.1”; that’s a lot of running even as a standalone race. Tack it onto the end of a 56-mile bike trek and…well…the mere thought sends my heart-rate numbers northward.
Since today’s scheduled Rapture has yet to occur, I am off to attempt my second new “blue job” of the season: bike-chain cleaning. It sounds like a good idea, since Mav and I spent two hours riding through drizzly muck earlier this week. It took a lot of Simple Green to re-expose both his squirrel sticker and his handsome red-and-white paint job, so I’m betting his chain could use a little TLC too. I vaguely remember Doug from Assabet River Bicycles telling me this task involves gasoline—which also makes me (not to mention Mav) feel a little unsafe 🙂 Since I need to get self and bike to my coach’s house by 7:30 a.m. for a training session, I’d best carpe diem—Lord knows how long my first foray into chain cleaning will take!
Stay safe yet live rapturously,