After many years of doing this and countless times of flying with my bike (in box) in tow, it’s a small pleasure to get to hop in the car and drive to a race. Both Texas 70.3 and Buffalo Springs 70.3 are two that allow me to do this. I had originally planned to do California 70.3, but a few weeks back knowing all the travel I had already done this early, I figured to stay close to home and head back down to Galveston instead. It was an added bonus that the title sponsor is Memorial Hermann hospital, as they are also my title sponsor. As a second bonus, racing in Texas is just FUN. It reminds me how much I have grown to really love living here and also how many people I have gotten to know! The support at Galveston is just amazing; so many friends there.
Derick and I headed down on Friday and that evening, I attended a Tri Night with a local shop, Fit Tri Run, there in downtown Galveston. Kim and Steve started the shop in 2009, and they happen to be a large retailer for Zoot as well. I was there from about 6-8pm, and after mingling with people, I told them about my ‘story’, how I got involved in the sport and then answered any questions they had; any and all. It was a great turnout, and it is so much fun to get to interact with fellow triathletes; many beginners, but of course some fairly experienced. It makes me realize how much I have LEARNED over the years and how much I can really ‘give back’ to the sport via these laid back, interactive chat sessions. I had the chance to finally meet one of my athletes as well, Jim Casey (pictured below) who threw down a 30 minute PR on Sundays race! A big thank you to Zoot and Fit Tri Run for hosting this, and to all who took the time to come out.
After the chat session, we hit up dinner at Luigi’s with a good friend. Best Italian food in all of Galveston hands down! Derick was fiddling with his new camera and came up with this artsy photo of me, bread, and wine.
Onto the race! Saturday I slept in, pedaled for about 40 minutes, and then spent an hour with Memorial Hermann at their booth at the Expo. Again a nice chance to talk to the experts there (Anthony Falsone, ‘the man’ for strength and conditioning, and Penny Wilson, nutrition guru), as well as meet many athletes racing on Sunday. Pablo Gomez came by, who lives in Austin, works at Jack & Adams and is a little badass! He went 4:25 to take 3rd in the Mens 18-24 division. Big future for him!
Race day came, bright and early, 4am wake up call as usual (7am start). I was feeling fairly relaxed. I would say less nervous than San Juan, but with the same focus and ambition; that I would really love to be able to defend my title. That said, I had done a bit of thinking since the last race and I realized that this time, my focus would be solely my race…good swim, good bike, good run…let the chips fall where they do. I had put a bit too much pressure on myself for San Juan and I did not want to do that this time around. I know myself well, and I know I operate well under being relaxed and excited to just go and enjoy racing. I tried to find this ‘Happy Kelly Space’ going into Texas 70.3.
It was a wetsuit swim, and I wore my Zoot Z-Force 4.0 suit (long sleeved). We took off right at 7:03(ish), 3 minutes behind the pro men. I tried to take out the first ‘stretch’ very fast. I knew that Haley Chura was in the mix because my friend Billy has been bragging about her for about a year now. Haley just turned pro and she happened to beat all of us pro ladies in Kona out of the water (as an age grouper, fastest female swim overall!) last fall. I took note. I tried to really push that first few hundred meters, and it caught up to me. I didn’t want to mention this in my race report but Derick told me I should…he’s probably right. I actually stopped three separate times within the first 300 meters, as I felt like I could not catch my breath. To be blunt, it scared the shit out of me. I stopped once, treaded, tried to relax, then went. Swim swim swim… about 2 minutes later, it happened again. Same thing. Talk about a mental challenge! I told myself “Kelly, you’re fine. Relax. Breathe. Relax. Chill out. You’re fine.” (repeat, repeat, repeat). It was not until we made the first turn around the buoy that I finally began to settle in. Not fun. So there you go, it happens to ALL OF US. Once I calmed the hell down, I realized “Damn, I am getting hot!” The water was about 64F, and I tend to get warm pretty quickly in a wetsuit. Note taken, anything over low 60′s and I need to go sleeveless! Needless to say, the swim continued and I exited in about 3rd, only a minute behind super swimmer Haley! Not so bad.
Onto the bike, my approach was go like hell. I have been pretty frustrated with my cycling legs as of late, and I was really excited to get out there and give it all I had; try to put myself back into last years mindset, when I managed to hold the lead through the first 28 miles. Well damn.. no matter how much you may try to replicate your perfect day, it just doesn’t always go that way!! Such is life. I had a couple of women ahead of me from the start, and unfortunately, I had a few more pass me throughout the ride. I felt decent on my QR Illicito with my Reynolds RZR 46/92 combo, but not stellar. I did not have the ‘aching quads’ that I had experienced in my first two races quite so bad, but I knew I was not having the day I would prefer out there on the bike. To be honest, I had thoughts of stopping. I know that is terrible, right? But I acknowledged that I was feeling sorry for myself. My body was healthy, strong, and there was nothing wrong…I just didn’t like the position I was in as the bike progressed. I told myself, “Suck it up, that’s no reason to quit. Keep on it.” And that I did. As I finally cruised back into Moody Gardens (the final 2 miles or so), I stood up and tried to shake out the legs a bit. I knew I would have serious work cut out for me on the run.
The fact that I had serious work cut out for me (I had no idea how much work) was verified when I ran out of T2 and the announcer said “And there goes Kelly Williamson, she has got some work to do.” Awesome! Thank you for verifying. I soon found out that I had 8 minutes to make up on 1st. I put my head down and took off. I was stoked to quickly notice that my ‘run legs’ felt like they had finally decided to return! I didn’t feel the usual snap in Panama or San Juan, so that was encouraging. I think I started the run in 7th or 8th place, and by about mile 4 or 5, I had managed to move into 2nd. I felt very strong, but hearing all of the cheers only made it all the easier to dig that much deeper. So many friends out there! I didn’t want to disappoint!
I kept my head down and kept digging until the very end, and I closed the 8 min deficit to 2 minutes (and 2nd place); I was very pleased with the end result. I had almost pulled out in the swim early on due to panic; but I was able to talk myself back into control. I was feeling very sorry for myself on the bike; but managed to acknowledge this and keep my attitude positive. But one underlying motivator with me all day long was Pete Zucker. Pete was the best friend of my manager, Chris McCrary. He passed away of ALS only two weeks before this race. While I never met Pete, I have followed his journey the past few years, and I have seen the hard work that Chris has done with some amazing fundraising efforts. Lou Gehrig’s is an ugly disease, there are no two ways about it. I only felt it appropriate that at the end of my race, I honor Pete by doing the Blazeman Roll. If you are not familiar with this, please take the 5 minutes to watch the video. It will change your life. I battled with the decision to “roll”. I did not want to do this because I did not want to draw attention to myself; on the other hand, I wanted to do it to honor Pete; and if it made one single person ask what I did that for and realize it was for ALS, and realize Jon Blais’ story, then it was worth it. After I got back up, I found Derick, and got surprisingly emotional.
It is an interesting dynamic how when we push our bodies to their limits, we find various things to motivate us. I am often asked “What do you tell yourself when it gets tough?” But ya know, it varies; race to race, day to day. I went into Texas 70.3 simply wanting to do a good race for me, push myself and not worry about where I ended up; but know that I had left it all out there. In retrospect, I achieved this; but I also thought about Pete throughout the 4+ hour journey many times, and it felt like I drew strength by realizing that no matter how hard it got, it was nothing that I couldn’t push through. When my attitude got negative (it happens to all of us, at some point), I turned it around quick. Life is precious. We are blessed. The ability to go out and compete as we do is an absolute privilege that I’ll never take for granted. As Jon so wisely said:
“Live, more than your neighbors. Unleash yourself upon the world and go places.
Go now. Giggle, Know, Laugh. And bark at the moon like the wild dog that you are.
Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal; this is it. Your Life.
Face your fears and live your dreams. Yes, every chance you get.”
Thank you for reading, and for supporting me. My message with this race? Find what motivates you. Take hold of your life and go after your dreams; go after something. You know what scares me? Failing. But I figure I can’t succeed if I don’t risk failing. And I’m only human. Therefore, I try to embrace it; when I see that a failure is on the horizon, I try to realize that it will make me stronger in the long run. Life is a journey; make it happen, but most of all, enjoy the process and don’t take yourself too seriously.
Thank you to my sponsors for allowing me to do this amazing journey: Memorial Hermann, Zoot, Quintana Roo, PowerBar, Reynolds, The Westin Lake Las Vegas, Recovery Pump, ISM, Jack & Adams, Road ID, Giro, Nulo, Durata Training, Katalyst Multisport, SRM, Atomic High Performance, Oakley, Profile Design and Campagnolo.