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Triathlon Transitions Article written by Christophe Vandaele, owner of SBR Multisports. SBR Multisports is dedicated to promoting a healthy lifestyle through multi-sport activities and continually explores new ways to serve the growing triathlon community. It is a good idea to have a transition bag on hand, rather than a backpack; transition bags have open access to all parts of the bag, making all your gear visible to the eye all at once. To prepare for your transition, make sure you have easy unrestricted access to your gear, count the racks so you know exactly where your bike is located, and know your position to and from the entrance and exits of the transition area. Three items can help speed your transition time by about 20% - a race number belt, towel and elastic laces. Having a plan is so critical. Those who have not planned in advance can be seen biking with a swim cap under their helmet and goggles around their neck and running with helmets on or in their hands. Some people crash or fall because they didn't practice enough. In fact, practicing is key. Find a lawn or grassy area where you live and practice both transitions until you get your time down to a satisfying speed. Transition times vary depending on the size of the event and the distance of the race. Regardless of the travel time to and from transition, once you have reached your bike or running shoes you should be able to get going in under two minutes. To facilitate a seamless transition, try and bend over as few times as possible, and keep the standing time to a minimum. When you transition from swim to bike, consider having your bike shoes already on the pedals, the helmet resting upside down with the straps folded open and your sunglasses attached to your helmet. This way all you need to do is get your wetsuit off, put your helmet on and grab your bike. You can put everything else on while cycling. During the second transition you should leave your cycling shoes on the pedals and remove your feet before dismounting the bike (don't try this for the first time during an event). Once at your transition spot, wipe your feet off on the floor towel, put on your shoes and off you go. It is also important to check for sharp material on the ground, as you will be barefoot out of the water and into both transitions. Ultimately, for a successful transition, don't allow adrenaline or haste to take over. You must be in control. The art of transitioning does not have to be a mystery -simply take the time to learn the transition spot, practice and have a solid plan in place. |
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Believe or not, that made perfect sense to me and I was ok. The starter climbed the lifeguard stand and started announcing directions through the bull horn. I stopped hearing what he was saying when I heard that the buoys weren't the "out of bound markers". They were the buoys the swimmers needed to go around to complete the course! Holy Crap! (again, a more colorful metaphor was thought). I just stared at the buoys thinking, "there's no way I'll make it out to that buoy, then over to that buoy and back to shore. There's no way the distance is a half mile!" I actually swam a mile in my pool three times a week and couldn't, for the life of me, rationalize the distance with the one laid out before me. I was literally stunned. I had to keep telling myself, "Technically, you CAN do this... you just don't know you can." I try not to lie to myself and this was the most accurate statement I could encourage myself with. I saw my group walking towards the water and my brain shut off. It literally shut off. I remember my virgin feet stepping on rocks, shells and other things but it was very surreal. I waded out to the outside of the group because the group looked enormous. I semiconsciously calculated that I was kinda small and might break under the weight of all of those people charging at once. I heard a noise and saw bodies flying and splashing and running. I starting flailing and doing the same, only in my own lane - Where's my lane?!?! Where the hell's my lane?!?! I have to swim. So I swam like a bat outta hell as fast as I could until I was exhausted. I stopped and looked around. I was very alone, way out over my head and in black Falmouth water. There was no one near me and the shore was far behind. l looked to the far left, saw the race continuing without me and realized I was heading to Martha's Vineyard all by myself. I had a small panic attack and a tingling sensation began to radiate all over my body. I knew this was the type of situation that divided the men from the boys (I'm a girl, but try to follow the spirit of this logic) and made the decision to pull myself together. I took a few composing breaths, put my head down and swam towards to the first buoy stopping every ten strokes to realign myself. I encountered these things called waves, which are not present in pools, got salt water up my nose and it threw my navigation off every time I looked up, but I made it to the first buoy. Next stop, buoy number two! I spotted it, put my head down and began to swim. There were people all around this time, thank God! Luckily, swimming has always been my strongest suit and I finally remembered. I realized that swimming with my head down was a big mistake when I went to spot the buoy and instead found a pair of fluttering feet in my face. I had another expletive deletive cross my mind, stopped dead in my tracks, recouped and then started again with my b-line for the next buoy. With my head tilted at a 45-degree angle, watching the blurred underwater version of people encompassed in black swimming around me, I swam ten strokes and spotted. Swam ten strokes and spotted. The count was giving my mind a great pattern to concentrate on and as I passed other swimmers, I gained confidence. It was working like a charm until... Yes, "until" always pops up in confident situations. Well, I swam ten strokes and spotted Fred at 2:00. For this story, let's call him Fred anyways. He was, shall we say in lifeguard terms, a distressed swimmer. He was way out over his head, literally and figuratively. He was working his butt off going nowhere and had just flipped over on his back to rest and stay alive. Fred was done. "Do I help? Awh, man!" I just got into my groove and this guy's gotta screw up my race. "Hold on Missy," I thought. "You're missing brain cells if you think your race is more important than whether or not this guy makes it back to the shore." The waterlogged angel in my brain finally popped through and I was next to Fred talking to him. Luckily, for me, he was too embarrassed to have a tiny chick like myself give him a hand and he politely waved me off. OK Florence Nightingale, back to my b-line for the second buoy. (just as an FYI, I didn't hear about any deaths after the race, and I checked the newspaper, so I think Fred floated himself to shore just fine without my help) As I neared the second buoy I got so excited. One more turn and I'm headed home -- warm beach with sand and people and no more salt water. I got my body around it and dug in. I passed more swimmers along the way and got more and more excited as I could see things on the bottom of the ocean floor getting clearer and clearer. I could stand now, yes! "Ouch, oooh, youch, ahhh!" were my g-rated remarks as I tried to run in five feet of water towards the beach on rocks, shells and other really sharp unknown objects. Take my word, friends, SWIM as far as you can before you begin using your feet for anything else but kicking! Ever have that dream where you're running away from someone and you feel like you're running in slow motion or in jelly? Well, my exhaust from running in water almost left me at the water's edge. I was seeing dots when I was running up the beach so badly that I couldn't find my wetsuit pull string-thingy and started whacking myself on the back like I'd just been bitten by a swam if bees trying to locate it. I was so trapped in it for what seemed like forever that it took me a long time to realize that there were a million people standing around doing nothing and one just might be able to help me! And one lucky fan did. With a heartfelt, "Thanks", I was off to the second leg where I was sure to learn more lessons in triathlon biking! |
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