But I quickly found my stride, until the first killer hill, that is. I couldn't believe what happened next. As some of you might remember from earlier posts, I've suffered from calf cramps during my last two half marathons. When I hit that first incline not one, nay, both of my calves cramped up to such an extent that I actually squealed in pain and frustration. I slowed down and somehow, goodness knows how, made it up that hill.
After reaching the top, I had to hold and shake out my left leg (which was worse) in order to let the cramp subside. It was awful. And so frustrating. There I thought I'd done all I can to prevent cramping. I'd done more strength training, I'd taken gels, I was even wearing my compression socks, despite the temperature. And to no avail! I could've cried with frustration (ok, so I may have shed a lil' tear but that was because of the pain! You hear me? The pain!).
The only consolation I had was that unlike many others around me, I did not get off to push my bike up that hill. Hell no!
The 22k was a two-lap course, so the second time around I was much better prepared for the hill, although it didn't make it any easier. By this time people started getting a lot more chatty and friendly on and off the course and I was getting encouragement from both spectators and those around me who were pushing their bikes.
I was shattered by the time I dismounted and pushed my bike back into transition, trying to find our racking spot. I clipped my helmt to the rail, swapped my glasses for my visor and grabbed an energy gel before heading back out for one last lap of fun!
TR2: 1:50 [beating G by over a minute!]
Next: The Final 5k hobble...