Category: Triathlon Across The USA

Youngsville, Louisiana; October 1, 2017—Sugarman Triathlon, Sugar Mill Pond.

I had not originally planned to compete in a triathlon in Louisiana during 2017. However, a race in a western state that was part of my original plan did not take place. Then there was Hurricane Harvey.

The October 1^st date of the Sugarman Triathlon fit nicely into our plans to visit Florida for our wedding anniversary. Besides, its location in western Louisiana provided us the opportunity to meet a friend who had been through a horrific time with Hurricane Harvey and its aftermath.

While our friend lived in Katy (Houston), Texas, she had been commuting to Baton Rouge, Louisiana for work for over a year. Youngsville provided a perfect meeting point for a face-to-face visit to get caught up.

Getting to the Louisiana Triathlon

Joy and I left our Minnesota home at a little before 6 am on Friday morning. With a new audiobook playing on the radio, we headed toward Little Rock, Arkansas, where we would spend our first night. The overnight stop in Little Rock meant we were roughly two-thirds of the way to the race venue in Youngsville (Lafayette), Louisiana.

We finished the trip to Youngsville the next day, arriving in plenty of time for packet pickup. Following this, we made a quick tour of the race venue around Sugar Mill Pond. We finished the evening with our friend from Texas around some authentic Cajun cuisine at Poor Boy’s Riverside Inn.

8^th Annual Sugarman Triathlon

2017 was the 8th annual running of Sugarman Triathlon.  Like many triathlons, Sugarman doubled as a fundraiser.

For this race, the proceeds benefited two causes important to the area – the Jacob Crouch Foundation for suicide prevention and TRAIL (Transportation Recreation Alternatives In Louisiana), an organization aimed at “building and maintaining opportunities for outdoor recreation”.

Distances for the individual legs of this USAT-sanctioned sprint triathlon were:

• Swim: 0.3 mile (500 m)
• Bike: 15 mile (24 km)
• Run: 3.1 mile (5 km)

Participants had the choice of racing within Age Groups, in Relays, or as Clydesdale (male) and Athena (female).

Transition

The transition area for the nearly 200 participants occupied the space on Waterview Street between Shore Drive and Prescott Boulevard, in front of the Sugar Mill Athletic Club.

Racers were assigned a rack based on our race number. As is customary, we racked our bikes alternately facing one of the two transition area exits. For example, if the bike occupying the end position faced toward the ‘Bike Out’ end, the next bike would be racked to face opposite this, or toward the ‘Run Out’ location.

How Do You Setup Your Transition Space?

You may have heard the saying, “you cannot win a triathlon in transition, but you can lose it.” Any time spent in transition is just as important as time taken in the individual legs of the race.

Shaving a minute from your transition time is just as good as reducing your swim or bike or run time by a minute.

How To Achieve Faster Transition TImes

One key to faster transition times in a sprint distance triathlon is keeping the setup of the transition area simple. The video below shows how I setup my transition area for this and most other sprint distance races. Simpler is faster.

Video describing setup of my transition area at Sugarman Triathlon.

 

Before the Start

Race organizers set a pleasant tone for the event, especially during the final moments before the first racers hit the course. Participants, volunteers, and spectators all came together at dockside alongside Sugar Mill Pond. Here, everyone joined in reciting the pledge of allegiance, singing of the National Anthem, and prayer.

Congratulations to the young lady to lead us in the National Anthem. What a beautiful voice!

Swim

The swim was an in-water start with participants beginning in groups based on gender and age group. The first group (also referred to as the ‘first wave’) included all males aged 50 and over and all Relay participants.

Swimmers followed a counterclockwise course around a series of buoys that led us to the exit a few hundred yards south of our starting location.

Bike

The 15-mile bike course was well marked and staffed with many volunteers and members of the local police department. There was no question about the course or the safety of the participants. The out-and-back course was nice and flat.

However, the less than ideal road conditions, with many asphalt repairs, kept us “on our toes”. These repairs meant lots of rough patches for those of us who obeyed the call to stay to right.

Fortunately, my fellow racers were forgiving. This was especially true for the guy who I pulled in front of to avoid an exceptionally rough area. 

Thank you, sir. You are a gentleman.

Run

The temperature just before the start of the race was in the low 70s °F. However, it shot up quickly. By the time I finished the run, the temperature was somewhere in the upper 80s and very humid.

Such conditions are not unusual, or even considered hot, for those who live in the South. However, for me, a Minnesotan, the upper 80s with high humidity represents a condition in which I usually say “Maybe later” to running.

My run was slow, with stops at each of the many aid stations. Despite taking a glass of Powerade at each of these, I experienced a cramp in my hamstring with about a half mile to go.

Thankfully, an answer to my quick prayer came as relief from the cramp. I finished the final 1/2-mile of the run around the pond with a respectable sprint through the dockside finish line.

After the Race

With the race finished, Joy and I attended the 11am service at the Bayou Church. Not only did we enjoy the worship and fellowship with other believers, but helped to celebrate the pastor’s 33^rd anniversary as pastor. This was another opportunity to experience Acadiana (French Louisiana).

From here, we continued our journey to The Villages, Florida, where we would spend the next two weeks.

Race Firsts

• First race within a planned residential neighborhood.
• First race involving swim in a man-made pond.
• Roundabouts on the bike and run courses was another first.

 

Comments

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Rye, New Hampshire; September 23, 2012 – Wallis Sands Triathlon, Rye Beach at Wallis Sands State Beach.

I started this triathlon, the second in as many days, differently than previous ones. I had fresh scrapes on my right arm and right knee. My right shoulder was also injured. After this race, I would not swim for four months while my shoulder healed.

The injuries resulted from a bike crash a day earlier in the Newport 19.7 Triathlon in Newport, Rhode Island. On a positive note, I had a new front tire and tube, thanks to the previous ones being destroyed by a knife-like object I had apparently run over early in the bike leg of that race.

I was glad that my injuries weren’t so severe that they were going to stop me from competing,

Getting to the New Hampshire Triathlon

Joy and I left Newport, Rhode Island, late Saturday morning of the day before the Wallis Sands Triathlon. We drove the 140 miles north to the Trek Bicycle Store in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, the triathlon’s main sponsor and location for packet pickup.

Since I was at the shop, I asked a technician to look at my Trek SpeedConcept bike for any damage from the crash. He showed me a large cut in the front tire. My only option was to have the tire replaced.

Following packet pickup, replacement of the front tire, and a lunch of fresh seafood, we drove the bike course checking out the road conditions. One thing that struck us was the number of cyclists, literally hundreds. To this day, I have never seen an area with so many cyclists sharing the road with cars and trucks.

Before heading to the hotel, we stopped at a local pharmacy to purchase a tube of liquid bandage. Joy applied it to the main cuts and scrapes once we had settled in our room.

3^rd Annual Wallis Sands Triathlon

Just under 400 men and women competed in the third running of the Wallis Sands Triathlon sponsored by Trek Portsmouth.

Distances for the individual legs of this USAT-sanctioned sprint triathlon were:

• Swim: 0.33 mile (530 m)
• Bike: 14.5 mile (23.3 km)
• Run: 3.1 mile (5 km)

Swim

One of the distinguishing features of this race was the swim. The water was “freezing” cold, in the mid-60s °F, making the race definitely ‘wetsuit legal’. Despite this, there were still some hardy souls swimming in only triathlon shorts, without a shirt!

The waves of the surf on race morning were 7 to 8 feet (2.2 to 2.4 meter) high. Just so you don’t think I am a sissy, the race organizers announced that the waves on this day were the highest they had seen all summer.

During the warm-up swim, I learned that getting past the cresting waves was nearly impossible through a frontal attack. Thankfully, the race director gave those of us not experienced with swimming in such conditions some simple advice for getting past the waves and beyond the surf. “Swim under the waves”.

Following this advice made all the difference. Swimming under a wave before it crashed made it straightforward to get into open water where most of the swim occurred. Of course, coming back to shore was much easier, much like body surfing.

Bike

The ‘flat and fast’ bike leg began and ended on US1-A, where we road between the Atlantic Ocean (on our right side) and houses as shown in the background of the above picture (on the left side).

Leaving Rye Beach, the course consisted of a two-mile ride north on US1-A before turning inland toward the town of Rye and its adjacent neighborhoods. At about mile 10, the course rejoined US1-A south of Rye Beach for the final four and a half miles back to the transition area.

Run

The out-and-back run course also left Rye Beach north on US1-A, with a turnaround at Odiorne Point State Park. From here, it was back to the finish line at Rye Beach.

I made one short stop during the first mile to remove a small rock from my shoe. However, after this, I was able to finish the run with a respectable (for me) time and average speed.

One lesson that I took from this race is that I should wear socks during the run when the air temperature is cold (as it was in this case). My bike shoes are porous to allow air to flow through them. Under normal circumstances when the air temperature is higher, this is good. However, today, my feet were cold after the bike leg. While I normally run without socks (see How to Achieve Faster Transition Times) in sprint triathlons, doing so with cold feet is uncomfortable.

Results

I am not sure what is ‘in the water’ in Rye, New Hampshire. This race will likely go down as one of the fastest in which I have taken part. Despite respectable times for me, times which led to top three finishes in my age group in several other races, I ended up 13^th of 16 in my age group.

Race Firsts

• First time completing sprint triathlons on consecutive days.
• This race was the first with a swim in the surf of the Atlantic Ocean.
• First race with bike and run portions on scenic US Highway 1-A.

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Have you raced in New Hampshire? Did an open water swim in the Atlantic Ocean? Tell us about your experience in the Comments below.

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Middletown, Rhode Island; September 22, 2012 – Amica 19.7 Newport Triathlon, Second Beach and Third Beach.

The goal for 2012, the second year in the ‘Triathlon Across the USA‘ journey, was to complete triathlons in the remaining New England states. In January, registration opened for triathlons in two of these states, Rhode Island and New Hampshire, on back-to-back days in September. I registered for both in January.

Travel to the Rhode Island Triathlon

Joy and I left our house in Chicopee, Massachusetts around 3 pm on Friday, taking a southern route through Hartford, Connecticut to Newport, Rhode Island.  We arrived at the race venue for packet pickup on time, albeit with some difficulty.  Since we had left our GPS in Minnesota, we navigated the ‘old fashioned’ way using printed maps. We were reminded that some skills, like navigating with maps, follow the ‘use it or lose it’ principle.

After picking up the race packet, we made our way to the hotel for the evening in Swansea, Massachusetts. In order to save money, I used points to book a free night at the nearest Holiday Inn. The drive to the hotel from Newport should have taken 25 minutes.  Instead, it took us 45 minutes.

We finally made it to the hotel, frustrated by the difficulty in first getting to the race site and then to the hotel. However, the payoff was a wonderful dinner at Kent’s—Joy had steak and lobster and I had fish and chips. Both were excellent.

The next morning, we rose early and made our way to the race venue. This time, we used a more efficient route and arrived with time to spare.

3^rd Amica 19.7 Newport

2012 was the 3^rd running of the Amica-sponsored Newport 19.7 sprint triathlon.  Distances for the individual legs of this USAT-sanctioned sprint triathlon were:

• Swim: 0.5 mile (800 m)
• Bike: 16.1 mile (25.8 km)
• Run: 3.1 mile (5 km)

Like the recently completed No Label Triathlon in Katy (Houston), Texas, the Newport 19.7 had two distinct transition areas. The first transition area, that for the swim to bike, was in a park at Third Beach.  A second area, near Second Beach, contained the bike to run transition area and finish line.

Following the pre-race meeting, we walked our bikes the half mile from the second transition area to the swim to bike transition area.

Swim

As I waited for the start of the swim, I noticed a light mist in the air, enough to cover my goggles.

The half-mile swim took place in the bay off Third Beach. The water was calm and comfortable, thanks to the wetsuit.  However, beneath the water were sharp rocks that cut my feet in at least two locations while entering the water.

As it turned out, I soon forgot about these small cuts.

Bike

The mist continued as we started the bike leg. Within a short time, my glasses were covered with water making them useless. Since I could no longer see through the lenses, I pushed the glasses down on my nose, peering over the top.

At somewhere around five miles into the bike course, I started to notice a periodic hissing sound from the front tire. I later learned that this sound was made by air leaking from the tube with each revolution of the wheel.

I did not see that the front tire was gradually becoming flat.  However, it finally became apparent that the tire was completely flat and I was riding on the rim of the front wheel. There was no choice but to stop and replace the tube.

I decided to make the upcoming turn and pull off the road to replace the tire. I soon learned how little control one has with a flat front tire.

My First Crash During a Triathlon

Upon making the turn, I fell hard on my right side, in front of a crowd of spectators, no less. I landed partly on asphalt and partly on a grassy shoulder of the road. In the fall, my knee was cut, my right arm was scraped from its wrist to the elbow (there is a scar to this day), and other parts of my right side were scratched, After the race, my shoulder would be sore, having been jammed into the grassy area next to the road.

As I began removing the front tire to replace the tube, a member of the volunteer bike maintenance crew came around the corner in his truck. He stopped and asked if I needed help.

Casting any remaining pride and ego aside, I told him I would very much appreciate his help. He became my Good Samaritan, quickly replacing the tube. He also replaced the chain that had come off in the fall so I could continue the race. My best estimate is that the repairs took about four and a half minutes.

I have often thought about the perfect timing of my Good Samaritan’s arrival. A coincidence? I don’t believe in them. The Lord’s timing is always perfect.

I got back on the bike and rode as if I could make up for the lost time. Surprising myself, I rode as if nothing had happened, racing down several steep hills to finish the course.

I saw Joy as I came into the transition area, giving her a summary of the crash as I ran my bike to the rack.

Run

Unlike the bike course, the run was flat. After the excitement during the bike leg, this out-and-back run was uneventful.

However, I apparently looked pretty battered. As we met, one runner commented about my injuries and his similar experience a week earlier.

After Crossing the Finish Line

Joy was waiting for me at the finish line.  We made our way to the first aid vehicle, where paramedics cleaned my cuts and scrapes and covered those on my arm and knee with gauze.

We then walked over to check the results. Despite having lost 4-5 minutes with the flat tire and crash, I finished 9^th of 16 in my age group.

While putting the bike into the van, I noticed a hole in the tire roughly a half inch in diameter, large enough that the new tube was protruding through it.  Fortunately, the new tube had not worn through and lost its air.

On the way to the hotel in New Hampshire for the triathlon the next day, we stopped at a bike shop to have the damaged tire replaced.

As near as I could determine from inspecting the tire, the puncture had come from a large piece of glass or an unusually sharp rock.

Lessons Learned During the Rhode Island Triathlon

Through the Rhode Island triathlon, I learned two important lessons which I have applied in other races.

The most important lesson was to stop riding at the earliest sign of a leaking or damaged tire. Following this experience, I am extra cautious whenever the road is wet and I hear water spraying from the tire. On at least one occasion, I stopped and dismounted the bike to inspect the tire and verify that it is still solid.

A second lesson from the Rhode Island triathlon was that whenever race organizers provide a transition area bag, use it. It helps to avoid losing gear in the chaos of a race.

At packet pickup, race organizers provided a plastic bag with our race number on it.  During the race, volunteers used the bags to transport racer’s wetsuits and goggles from the individual swim/bike transition spaces to the second transition area.

I made the mistake of not bringing the plastic bag to the swim/bike transition area.  As a result, I spent several moments after the race frantically digging through a pile of unbagged swim gear, searching for my wetsuit and goggles.

Fortunately, I found both. I would definitely need them the next day during the Atlantic Ocean swim at the New Hampshire triathlon.

Race Firsts

• First race with the swim portion in the Atlantic Ocean.
• This was the first race in which I had a flat tire.
• First race in which I was injured in a bike crash.

Have You Done a Triathlon in Rhode Island?

Have you been in a bike crash during a triathlon? Let us know about it and what you learned.

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Ridgefield, Connecticut; June 3, 2012 – TriRidgefield, Martin Park.

Preparing for the Connecticut triathlon reminded me that who you know, or where you are from, is sometime very important. Even in a triathlon.

Planning the Connecticut Triathlon

We had just finished lunch on New Years Day, 2012.  I sat dumbfounded at the island in our kitchen. How could this be? Registration for the TriRidgefield sprint triathlon had just opened that morning. Now, in the early afternoon, registration for this race was full. I had counted on completing this triathlon in 2012.

I wrote to the race director, Evan. Had I understood the situation correctly? I surely had.

After exchanging e-mails over the next couple of hours, I was ‘gifted’ an opportunity to race in TriRidgefield 2012.

Why? Because of my superior negotiating skills?  No, because Evan’s wife made him give me have a place in the race. As it turns out, she is a native of Minnesota, our home state.

Pictured below is a portion of the e-mail exchange that took place between Evan and me during the afternoon of New Years Day 2012.

Travel to the Connecticut Triathlon

Ridgefield is a 300-year old community of about 25,000 in the southwest corner of Connecticut, south of Danbury.

Since the race venue was a 1-1/2 hour drive from our Chicopee, Massachusetts house, we commuted to the race. 

After arriving in Chicopee via Bradley International Airport in Hartford on Friday night, we drove from Chicopee to Ridgefield on Saturday afternoon to pick up the race packet, drive the bike course, and look around this historic town.

On the way back to Chicopee, we stopped for a lunch of fish and chips and seafood chowder at McGuire’s Ale House in Newton, Connecticut.  Upon arriving home, we packed the car for an early departure the next morning and headed to bed early.

The next morning, we awoke at 3 am and left the house at 3:30 am to arrive at the transition area just after it opened at 5 am.  The payoff? I arrived early enough to get a transition spot on the outside of a bike rack.

6^th TriRidgefield Sprint Triathlon

2012 was the 6^th running of the TriRidgefield Sprint Triathlon.

Distances for the individual legs of this USAT-sanctioned sprint triathlon were:

• Swim: 0.5 miles (800 m)
• Bike: 12.8 miles (20.6 km)
• Run: 3.1 miles (5 km)

Swim

The half-mile swim leg took place in Martin Lake. The water temperature at race time was in the upper 60s °F, comfortable – when wearing a wetsuit, that is.

We started on the left side of the beach, swam out to an orange buoy, made a right turn and swam parallel to shore toward a second buoy. After a second right turn at the next buoy, we swam back to the sandy shore.

Bike

The bike course headed west of the park on local streets cut through densely wooded, rolling hills. Near the mid-point of the course, where we began the return to the park, we were within one mile of the New York state line.

The course took us into the downtown area of Ridgefield. Following another left turn, we rode back to the park and into the transition area. Despite the rolling hills, the course was fast, with my average speed over 20 miles per hour (32 km per hour).

Run

The run course initially followed the bike course west of the park.  After a short distance, the run course split onto a side street to the left in a loop that eventually rejoined the road leading into the park. As with bike course, the course was full of hills, making it a challenging run, at least for me.

Results of My Connecticut Triathlon

My ‘55-59’ age group for this race was impressive. Even with some respectable personal times, I finished eighth of eighteen in my age group.

This was just one of the many times that I would find my former, and even some recent, views about age and athletic performance, to be total nonsense.

What Would Triathlon Be Without Volunteers?

Volunteers are critical to a safe and organized triathlon. You will find volunteers at many intersections on the bike course; they make sure racers navigate turns at a safe speed or even turn at the correct locations. Other volunteers occupy kayaks and paddle boards along the swim course. You will also find them passing out water and sports drinks at run course aid stations, guiding races at the transition area, and doing various things at the finish line. They are everywhere and highly valued by racers.

Let’s face it, triathlon is not the most exciting spectator event. However, triathlons are an easy place to make new friends.

Joy’s Role in Making This a Safe Race

Once again, Joy served as a volunteer. Her decision may have initially come from a feeling of gratitude for me being allowed into this race. However, in the end, she participated because there was a need and the opportunity to be part of the event and make new friends.

The race director stationed Joy at the exit of Martin Park, at the intersection of Great Pond Road and Highway 7. Her assignment was to direct incoming bikers to “stay to the right”. By doing so, they would avoid hitting the runners exiting the park on the same road. 

She also had the critical job of preventing drivers of cars, and one determined RV operator, passing by the park on the highway, from colliding with bikers and runners.

Typical of many volunteers, she was so laser-focused on her assignment that she did not see me as I passed her on my way out of the park or back into it during the run.

Race Firsts

• First triathlon for which I entered the race after registration had officially closed.
• First New England triathlon with my wetsuit and Trek bike.
• This triathlon took place on the first anniversary of my first triathlon.

Tell Us About Your Connecticut Triathlon

Have you done one or more triathlons in Connecticut? Which was your favorite one and why?

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