Spring Duathlon At Smolak Farms Recap

Date: May 5, 2014 at 7:34 am- by Ali- Comment(s): 32

What is a race recap and how do I write one?

Noooo, I remember how. And turns out, I even kind of remember how to race. Not too fast and not too far, but this weekend — for the first time in a very long time — I woke up while it was still dark outside, used the bathroom a billion times, braided my hair, pinned a bib to my shirt and crossed a start and finish line. I even got to do it all with my very best teammate: Brian.

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The feeling of running through a finish line never gets old, does it?

Now, as you all may know, Brian is a cyclist. He takes it kind of seriously (we have more bikes than people in our small one-bedroom apartment, plus five helmets, a handful of spare wheels and multiple bike trainers), so most weekends are devoted to either long training rides or races. Usually races.

This weekend, we traveled to the North Country (Massachusetts…so far and distant and exotic!) for Tyler’s second birthday party. He’s two! Aca-believe it!

He had no interest in getting higher on the podium. He was quite content with third.

He had no interest in getting higher on the podium. He was quite content with third.

Naturally, as soon as the trip was planned, Brian hit up bikereg.com to see if any races were happening in the area that could coordinate with our travel schedule.

No bike races.

But there was a duathlon: the inaugural Spring Duathlon at Smolak Farms.

We never even discussed it. It was just an email with a link and a note: “I signed us up for the relay.”

OK then. Because I’m so healthy and so adept at running these days! #bathroomstop #bathroomstop #bathroomstop #outoftoiletpaper

I did get excited at the possibility of actually being able to do this thing, though, and at an apple orchard, no less. I love apple orchards! And farms!

The run distances were totally manageable: a 3.2-mile out-and-back road run (they said over and over that the course was 3.2 miles, but also kept saying it was a 5K…I don’t know), a 13.3-mile bike leg (which I knew Brian would demolish) and then a 1.5-mile “trail run” (if by “trail run” you mean “run up and down all the rows of the orchard, in between the apple and peach trees, then totally, a trail run).

My race goal: I did not want to have to make any bathroom stops. Since getting back at it after another long-ass flare-up, I’ve only had two stop-free runs: one back in the cold days, and another two weeks ago. But generally, the runs I’m able to do are all broken up by multiple stops with no discernible pattern. Sometimes I have to stop within the first quarter-mile (thank youuu, Starbucks on Lex); other times I’m not bolting for the bathroom until I’m three miles in. Nothing makes sense.

Need to know where all the public restrooms are in NYC? I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT.

Need to know where all the public restrooms are in NYC? I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT.

In the end, though, it was a pretty perfect weekend.

We spent Saturday with my family (and what seemed like one thousand two-year-olds) at Tyler’s birthday party. It was at this massive gym where he took gymnastics class earlier this year (precious), and he had the best time ever.

The trampoline was his very. He kind of refused to get off it.

The trampoline was his favorite. He kind of refused to get off it…

By the end of the party — and the after-party back at Ryan and Michaela’s house — my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It was a good hurt.

Brian and I gave Tyler a mini Specialized balance bike. He seemed pretty excited about it. Brian seemed more excited, but that's OK.

Brian and I gave Tyler a mini Specialized balance bike. He seemed pretty excited about it. Brian seemed more excited, but that’s OK.

I went to bed with a belly full of cake and my race gear on standby.

I didn't wear the cool hat. Missed opportunity.

I didn’t wear the cool hat. Missed opportunity.

We were up early Sunday morning and I immediately remembered how much I actually love those inevitable pre-race nerves. I used the bathroom as much as possible but, like with my marathon prep, just tried to keep calm. Calm Ali = calm belly.

It was a lovely day for a race: sunny and breezy. Or maybe like…sunny and windy as shit, if shit can be windy.

Nothing super eventful happened before the race. On the way out of the hotel, I saw that they were putting out warm chocolate chip scones, and I was all, “It seems like a good idea to eat one of those right now,” because I simply cannot resist fresh-from-the-oven baked goods with chocolate…even though my only pre-race plan was to go in on an empty stomach. Oh well.

The scone was delicious.

It was nice having my first race “back” be a small out-of-town race. The logistics were simple, though they only had two PortaPotties that I could see (I later found three more…dang it, too late). Everyone was super nice, and people seemed really excited that we were there “from New York! Wow!”

We traveled FOREVER to be at this race!

We traveled FOREVER to be at this race!

This was my first time experiencing a transition area, and that was cool. I felt pretty legit, even though the transition wouldn’t affect me all that much.

We set up our little spot and then I headed off for a “warm-up,” which was basically just me jogging around the start area trying to get things moving and get that stomach emptied. So beautiful.

Brian and I reconvened at the transition area for the mandatory pre-race talk and a singing of the National Anthem. The race director said, “Let’s sing this National Anthem really loud, OK?” and I did exactly that because I follow directions. But no one else sang, so my proudest moment is being the unofficial National Anthem singer at the inaugural Spring Duathlon at Smolak Farms. I know my mom is really proud because after the race she said, “You were the only person I heard during the National Anthem.” There’s a compliment in there somewhere, she’s just a very subtle lady.

And then it was time to race.


Fun fact Q&A lightning round: Guess who else was at this race?

Answer: Coach Cane!

Remember this guy?!

Remember this guy?!

You remember him. When he found out Brian and I were going up to do this race, he decided to do it, too. He has family in the area as well and figured it’d be a nice little duathlon. He also figured he’d come up and beat us — oh hellll no, Cane — and even made a bet with that cute wife of his about who would more likely to come out near the top. (Keep in mind he had to do all three legs of the race himself; Brian and I certainly had an advantage.)

Stay tuned on that one…

I got a little kiss from my teammate and then lined up at the start for the run. I was feeling OK. Mostly excited.

Of note: I haven’t timed my runs since I started running again. I did one run a few weeks ago that I timed with the MapMyRun app, mostly because I wanted to monitor the distance. I kept forgetting to stop it during bathroom stops, though, so the pace was all messed up. In other words, I have no idea what paces I’ve been running, I haven’t pushed myself on a single run, and I had no idea what I might be capable of at this race. I also couldn’t find my Garmin before we left NYC, so I was running blind, and there were no mile markers or timers along the course. Sweeeeet!

I lined up fairly close behind Coach Cane. I didn’t know his pace plan, but I knew he’d run a smart race (duh, he teaches that for a living). My plan was to stick with him, or at least keep him in sight, knowing he wouldn’t be positive splitting out there, and I could probably learn something from whatever race strategy he had in mind.

With a countdown from 10 (seemed like a lot…), we were off! I was racing!

The first run was on a small-town road with lots of little rolling hills. Nothing killer, but enough that I felt like I was working. At first the pace felt easy — of course — but soon I was breathing heavily. And since this was a USAT-sanctioned race, we weren’t allowed to run with headphones. Yikes for me.

I was running near Coach Cane until the turnaround point, and then he pulled ahead on one of the downhills (he surged, I coasted…rookie mistake). I was hurting in the last mile or so, on the final (and longest) uphill, but kept within about 10 seconds of Coach Cane.

As I plowed back toward the transition area, I saw that the number on the clock was 24:xx, which meant I’d somehow managed to squeak in with a sub-8-minute pace. Not bad!

Nice action shot, Mom! You are a good photographer and a wonderful mother.

Nice action shot, Mom! You are a good photographer and a wonderful mother.

My whole family — even tiny Tyler! — was there screaming as I came in, which was awesome, and I cruised into transition to where Brian was waiting and ready. I was supposed to rip the ankle timing chip off and hand it to him, but my arms were shaking and I was essentially worthless, so Brian had to do all the transition work. Sorry, teammate!

He grabbed his bike and ran off and I knew I had about 30 minutes until he’d be back.

Brian completely crushed the bike leg. He was the fastest bike split of the entire day, and when I saw his bright-red helmet coming back toward me, I lost my mind. I was so excited. I was definitely not one of the first runners back from the first leg, but he was definitely one of the top cyclists coming back.

He was so excited, which gave me a ton of energy to kick off the last run leg. We had a frantic pep talk as we exchanged the timing chip, and then I bolted out of transition and sprinted into the orchard.

Soooo at this point, all the race directors and volunteers were freaking out. “First female, first female! You got this!”

Yeah no.

I just kept yelling back, “I’m in the relay!” It was cool to hear them say it, because that’ll never happen again, but it was all a farce. Sad.

The orchard run sucked. I hated it. I felt so slow and my dang glutes refused to activate or help me out. I felt out of shape and flabby and like I was dragging a lot of dead weight with me. Plus, the orchard was oddly hilly and the ground was uneven and I couldn’t find a good line at any point. There was mud, there were branches, and this is when I realized, “Holy hell, it is windy out here!”

I was getting passed by, oh, everyone at this point. All the hardcore tri dudes were whipping past me, and I felt like I was working hard but knew I had majorly slowed down. There were just so many rows to run!

Finally, we were out of the orchard and I got to blast into the finish. That part was fun.



My family was there cheering, and Brian was waiting just past the finish line going nuts.

The results: Our overall finish time was 1:13:31 — good enough for first place in the relay division!

A PODIUM FINISH! I basked in my time up there. I don't think I will see that view again. We won hand towels!!!

A PODIUM FINISH! I basked in my time up there. I don’t think I will see that view again. We won hand towels!!!

The credit for the win most definitely goes to Brian. He biked the hell out of that course, and I was basically just OK enough on the run that I didn’t lose it for us.

But first place relay.

Post-race, alllll smiles!

Post-race, alllll smiles! And some sweat, and a very salty face.

We did beat Coach Cane.

I got to race.

My family was there.

Post-race bouncy house! Tyler loved it so much. He just laughed and laughed and laughed. I liked to jump right next to him and knock him over. This isn't mean; he loved it.

Post-race bouncy house! Tyler loved it so much. He just laughed and laughed and laughed. I liked to jump right next to him and knock him over. This isn’t mean; he loved it.

And no bathroom stops.

Give the kid a piece of fruit and he has no interest in anything else. He will NOT smile for your photo. He will NOT say cheese. He will just play with the apple.

Give the kid a piece of fruit and he has no interest in anything else. He will NOT smile for your photo. He will NOT say cheese. He will just play with the apple.

A victory, indeed.

32 Responses to "Spring Duathlon At Smolak Farms Recap"

I laughed at my desk about your mom only hearing you singing. And CONGRATS!!! You won, that is so awesome! Yay!

this recap makes me happy. so glad you guys got to race together this weekend, sounds like a blast!

What a fun race and amazing comeback!!!

Meghan R says: May 5, 2014 at 8:49 am

So happy for you! Glad to hear that it went well, you had fun, AND won 🙂

F yeah, my friend! I love it. 🙂 Makes me beam from ear to ear.
For realz, let’s run some morning soon. I WILL VENTURE TO THE MAINLAND FOR YOU.

Congrats!! A podium finish – so exciting! And when I read “Smolak Farms” in the title, I was like.. wait, I’m pretty sure I go there every year for apples =D

xo Marie
Chocolate & Wine

This is the best post EVER, I honestly loved every second.

I particularly liked:
– the bit when you basically soloed the National Anthem. I would have done the same, despite being British.
– The Olympic-style podium photo
– The balance bike (Tyler will love it).

Congratulations on your triumph 🙂

This post made me so happy!! Congrats on first!!!!!

Heck yeah! First race back and you’ve already podiumed! What’s next? BQ? Olympic trials? The running world is your oyster!

YAY Ali! Love your race recaps. Congrats to you two on the win 🙂

Woo congrats! Again, so happy to read this!

Wow, congratulations! That has got to be the best race recap I’ve read in a while. Hope Coach Cane didn’t take it too hard. 😉

Ah, so happy for you Ali! It sounds like a great race for both of you. And a reminder to me that short races can be fun sometimes too!

Kate W says: May 5, 2014 at 5:30 pm

So happy for you!! I can’t even get my husband to exercise unless it’s walking to the local shops to get ice cream, so definitely a tad jealous of your WINNING racing partnership!!
Big congrats 🙂

Kristin B says: May 5, 2014 at 6:23 pm

Ail this post made me so happy to hear! Happy you are doing what you love surrounded by your favorite love ones! Again u give me so much hope!!!!

What a great first race “back” — and I love that Tyler was there and got a bike for his birthday and was so excited.
And no bathroom stops = major win. Congrats on the podium finish!

Andrea says: May 5, 2014 at 7:43 pm

What a great post. I love the podium picture!

so awesome! Good job!

Sweet!!! Sounds simply awesome 🙂

I was so pleased to read this post. Your happiness is just shining through. Congratulations on taking place, winning and no bath room stop. Fantastic 🙂

Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You guys rocked it!

Congrats on a great race- how fun that you two could do it together!! As you get into exercise again make sure to keep taking care of yourself!! 🙂

Ali, We enjoyed having you, Brian and Tyler participate. Congratulations on your podium finish, we hope you will make the trip again next year. If you travel north next winter be sure to bring your bikes and we’ll host you at Breakaway for an indoor ride. Steve

Thanks so much, Steve! We had the best time and it was a GREAT race. We’re definitely hoping to make it a tradition. Everything was super well run and the post-race donuts were deeeeeelish! Thanks for everything!

#winning (Need I say more?)

As the race founder and one of the directors it was especially fun to read your blog. We loved having you , “the gang from NY” come up for the race. The only thing I did not like to read was that the orchard run “sucked”, that was my idea….sorry! Hope you come back!

Haha I should clarify: The orchard was beautiful and it was such a cool concept! I just sucked at running it! My own fault, not yours, so noooo apologies. We had an awesome time and will definitely be back! You guys put on a great race!

Hah… nothing says WE’RE NUMBER ONE like hand towels. I die.

We loved your blog about the Spring Sprint Duathlon! Thanks so much for coming – you guys rocked it. We hope to see you next year.

I loved your blog, I was reading & seeing pictures and i said I know her I met her in the bathroom while she was waiting for her third leg.

love. I also love when I check my blog reader and see there are new AOTR posts. You’re an acronym now.