The last few weeks of iron man training have been a bit sporadic (with Spencer’s work deadlines and me doing translating when I get home from work), but now that Spencer has time he is back to training more regularly. Earlier last week, Spencer found out about a free unofficial half ironman race about three hours away. Friday afternoon we decided to give it a shot and Saturday morning we left the house at 3:30 AM to drive to Laurel Lake, KY.
We haven’t trained on hills, so this was more of a challenge. Spencer kept up with the group and did not get lost. I started later and planned to do about half the distance they were covering. Then I ran into bees, was chased by dogs, and got lost twice. I finally met up with the group at the last water stop as they were coming back. With about 9 miles left, I started up the steepest hill of the course and as I was switching gears my chain snapped. (I think I cross-chained). Like I’ve said before, time seems to slow down when you realize that you can’t clip out fast enough and see the ground slowly rising up towards you. I was going slowly, so it was mostly just my pride that was hurt. And then I had to walk a few miles with my bike before someone was able to pick me up… but the race went on and by the time that I got back Spencer was on the run. Spencer ran the middle five miles with me–which made me feel more apart of the race–before he sped up again to complete the last stretch.