It was a good weekend around the Fox Cities. The weather was nice, with moderate temperatures. The High Cliff Triathlon (sprint and half-IM) had beautiful conditions, with low winds, around 75F as the high, and overcast skies. If the lake was calm, the racers should have had a great day.
Saturday morning, it was an early start to training. Mrs. Pol needed to had plans to leave at 8:30, and I had a 30 mile bike, 7 mile run brick scheduled. So, I was out the door around 6 a.m. The ride was beautiful, except for the brutal hill about the mid-way point. I am on good speaking terms with the course planner, so I told myself off about the route. Of course, the good thing about an out-and-back course is that a tough uphill on the way out means a great downhill on the way home. I maintained a good pace, doing the 30 miles in just over 90 minutes. I had to break my committment to do all small ring when I went down the big hill, but kept a good spin going the rest of the trip.
The run following the bike went very well. I actually completed the 7 mile route two minutes faster than Wednesday, when I ran it without the 30 mile bike ride as a precursor. All I have to do now is complete the same thing with a 3/4 mile swim in front of it, and I'm ready for the Olympic triathlon. Oh yeah, the swim has to be in open water.
Sunday was a valuable lesson. The old addage is "train how you race." Well, apparently I won't be doing any racing shortly after dining on pizza and cantelope. Let's just say that I'm thankful new apartments are being constructed along my route (can you say Port-o-Let salvation). The near GI disaster was averted, but my second half pace was affected. Even so, I completed 12.1 miles in 1hr 45m, a pace with which I'm satisfied. And I learned that pizza and cantelope, though good for carbs, is an explosive mixture that should be saved for rest days.