The week leading up to the race was a pretty warm one in Corner Brook. A couple of days saw temperatures creep up into the low 30’s.
By race morning, these temperatures had cooled to mid 20s. Good news for anyone worried about dehydration, but the downside was that the cool temps were the result of a cold front moving in, and with it came the wind.
Deer Lake had been pretty calm during the early mornings the week before the race, but on race morning, there was a good breeze blowing fairly decent swells up the lake. Because of the layout of the swim course, these would be directly at us once we made the turn to come home.
SwimOnce the horn sounded, the race was on. The water at Pasadena Beach is pretty shallow close to shore, and it was a long wade until the water was deep enough to swim. I had hoped to find a good swimmer to draft off of, but it turned out to be more of an effort than it was worth. I spent a lot of energy leapfrogging from person to person before I finally decided to settle in and follow someone who was almost exactly the same speed as I was.

As expected, when we made the turn to come home, the waves were directly in our face. It took a lot of concentration to keep breathing effectively, and not swallow any water, but At least it wasn’t salt. From time to time I could catch sight of the snack shack on the beach. From the last buoy out, it was only a little bump on the horizon, but it was a good enough target. As long as I could see it when I popped up my head, I knew I was on course.
As bad as the waves were, time flew, and before I knew it, the water was shallow enough to touch bottom on the pull through of my stroke. I was now in the never never land of the swim. Too shallow to swim effectively, but too deep to really wade or walk. I kept stroking as long as I could, then I did a few dolphin dives, and then ran the last couple hundred metres to shore then up the beach.
Transition 1
As I crossed the timing mat, and headed towards the transition tent, I checked my watch. I had clocked a 37 minute swim split. Not what I hoped for, but probably ok given the conditions. Once I entered the transition zone, the peelers were ready to strip my wetsuit off. Once free of the neoprene, I picked my bag off the rack and entered the tent.
There was no sense of urgency from anyone in the tent. I took my time, and made sure I had everything. Put on my good cycling shorts, applied a little cream to the tender regions, put on socks, and my cycling shoes, put on my helmet and fastened it, packed all my swim stuff into the bag, and then out the tent to my bike. I spent about 5 minutes in T1.
It was not far to the mounting line. There were still a few really nice bikes racked, so that made me feel pretty good. I mounted my bike and started out on the ride.
Bike
Bike
The bike out was on a small paved lane. Then there was a very steep embankment to get up to the main highway. Everything felt good and loose. I had made sure before the race started that I was in the right gear, and that my computer was working. Once I hit the Trans Canada Highway, and settled in, I was spinning at about 90 RPM. I was hoping to keep it to 90 to 100. The wind was still blowing, and for the trip to Corner Brook, it would be in our face.
I played cat and mouse with a few other riders. I passed and was passed, but nothing like Florida where there was a steady stream of really expensive tri blowing by me. After about 15 minutes, I sipped some water. After about 30 my stomach felt fine so I started to drink some Gatorade.

My ride was going pretty ok. I was chasing a couple of other riders, keeping my cadence high, and my heart rate moderate. I planned to keep it at about zone 3 to 4, around 150, 155 for me. This was a lot higher than at ironman. My average speed was decent. I was trying to stay at around 27 to 30 km/h knowing the hill at he turn around would take a big bite out of my split.
Riding through the humber valley was beautiful. The divided highway was relatively new, and the pavement was in good shape. We had the entire inside lane to ourselves. The speed for traffic in the outside was reduced to 50 km/h, and 18 RCMP officers were patrolling the route.
I was riding comfortably in my aero bars, sticking with my nutrition plan, and zeroing in on a 3 hour bike split. My first time up the 4km hill to the turnaround was not too bad. I stayed seated and kept spinning most of the way up. I was passed by a couple of riders, but I wasn’t concerned. I am not built like a climber, and for this race, I had not quite hit my target race weight so I was carrying a little extra cargo. Once I reached the top, I deliberately stopped to pour water into my super mixed Gatorade, and move it into my front bottle cage.
I made the turn at the top of the hill, and started to descend. Now gravity was on my side, and I hit over 70kmh on the way down. Near the bottom, I had my sites on a fellow rider, and good friend from Torbay, Flora Seymore. By the time I reached Shellbird Island, I passed her. Flora always has a smile on and I felt bad going by her, but I was feeling good on the flats leading up the Quarry Pool, so I just kept riding hard. When I got to Marble Mountain, and closed in on Georges, I could see my support team. Mom, Dad, and my coach/son Benjamin.
I posed for a picture, and rode on past Steadybrook and towards the second turnaround my average speed was faster now with a tailwind, and I was close to my 3 hour split. Before the turn Flora passed me, but I kept her in my sights. As we neared the aid station, on the second loop, I saw her try to pick up a couple of gels, but dropped them. I made a stop, and took a couple and stuffed into my Jersey pocket and a couple extra for Flo.
I rode hard to catch up to her. Maybe too hard. When I finally caught up to her, I offered her the gels, but she told me she was ok, and that the ones she dropped were only spares.
I sped past her, and kept on towards the climb for the second time. The second time up the hill was a lot tougher. I was now paying for the few extra pounds I was carrying, as well as for working too hard to catch Flora. When I made the turn and started the descent, I still went fast, but I slowed a little to give my legs a rest. I still had to get to Pasadena.
Once I neared the entrance to Humber Valley Resort, I knew I would be close to 3 hours, but I would have to ride extra hard to break it. Instead, I kept my gears a little lower, and my cadence high. With a half marathon of running coming up, I didn’t want to start already toasted. When I passed off my bike to the volunteer in transition, I was at 3:06.
Transition 2
After a quick change into dry socks, and my sneakers, I was on my way for the half marathon. Out of transition, my legs felt pretty good. I headed out the highway, and onto the first aid station.
Run

My plan was to stop at the aid stations, and let my heart rate settle as I took in some food. For my first stop I just watered down some Gatorade and sipped it. I really didn’t feel like gels or bars.
Part of the run was on a dirt road which was a little uncomfortable, but there was a decent hard section in the middle of each lane which made it a little easier on the feet.
At the turnaround, I was a little under 30 minutes. That meant if I could hold pace, with two loops, I could break 2 hours. That would be tough as I knew it would be very difficult not to fade in the second half.
When I went through the transition area to finish my first loop, I was still under 1 hour, but my pace was slowing. Unless I had a sudden burst of energy, I would be hard pressed to break 2 hours. Still I trudged on.
Not long after the start of the second loop, the rain started. When I reached the first aid table, I stopped, and tightened my laces. I was starting to feel my toes a little, and didn’t want a repeat of Ironman Florida. Some more Gatorade, and then I was on my way again.
At the turnaround, I was now over 1:30. I would have to run the last quarter faster than the first three to break 2 hours. Given how I was starting to feel, that would be unlikely.
The rain tapered off, but then started harder again. Running in wet sneakers didn’t help my speed, although the rain was cool and refreshing. My focus was now on maintaining form, and not stopping. The last 2k was very hard. It took all my concentration to keep from walking.
When I made the turn off the highway, down the off ramp, and then through the trail part of the run, and then veered off to the finish chute, I had a sudden burst of energy. I raised my arms in the air as I neared the finish line, which turned out to make for some decent pictures. It was a huge relief to be done.
