My wake up call came at 4:15 this morning. I was hoping to eat a small breakfast and head out between 4:45 and 5:00, arriving at the race course around 6. I was not familiar with the course since I have never done this race and I still needed to pick up my race packet and take care of the million logistical things that need to be taken care of at a triathlon as well as getting in a really good warm up since a sprint race requires the body to be prepared to go fast from the beginning. The race was sold out with 1,000 entrants. After breakfast and packing the car I revved up the Corolla engine at exactly 5:00. I turned on the GPS since I had no idea how to get to the race site and my mouth dropped when I saw the estimated travel time at 2 hrs. 3 minutes!! That would put me there less than an hour before the race without a packet. I was in full panic mode as I followed the directions to the on ramp of the highway. Oh crap...the ramp was closed! The GPS did not comprehend that and the nice female voice kept telling me to "turn around when possible." I was really freaking out now. My estimated arrival time was now up to 7:15. I started thinking I may miss this race not knowing if they closed packet pickup at 7:00 or not. About 10 minutes later I found an alternative way to the highway and I started putting the pedal down, drafting behind every fast car that passed me. I watched the estimated arrival time begin to drop and realized the old GPS unit we have thought this 4 lane highway I was cruising on was only 2 lanes with a much slower speed limit than it actually was. I could tell the road was pretty new and thankfully the drive was MUCH quicker than my old GPS friend told me. I arrived in plenty of time at 6:20. It was quick to get my packet, rack my bike, change into my jersey and begin the warmup.
SWIM: I began the race in the elite wave and it was quite crowded since they let anyone who wanted race in that wave. There were about 60 of us on the start line. I walked my way up front so I wouldn't have to swim over people. The swim was only 450 yards but it would prove to be a unique challenge to me. The wind was blowing pretty hard into the shore of Green Bay and it created much bigger waves than I've ever swam in before during a triathlon. You could feel the waves pulling your body in and out with the tide. It also made it much more difficult to see up front. When the horn sounded I started swimming hard. I wanted to get out of the mess that big wave starts can be with people kicking and paddling all over each other. The first bouey was going to be toughest to get to because we were swimming directly into the waves. I saw one guy out to a big lead early and knew that must be defending champ Mark Hauser who is an outstanding swimmer. I was hoping to keep his gap to around 1 minute through the swim. After Mark I was with the chase pack. I was trying to get a draft but couldn't see anyone around me. Just before we went around the first bouey I turned to breath and got a huge mouth full of water due to the wave timing my breath to perfection. For the first time I can remember I panicked in the open water a bit. I reminded myself to calm down and get a few good breaths and started swimming steady again. After making the turn back towards shore the waves were less of an issue and I could see one guy about 10 yards ahead of me. I wanted to try to put in a surge and get on his feet to draft. I worked hard for a couple minutes and caught him but I was shot. I realized I had been pulling about 4 guys behind me and in the last 100 yards they all went by me. By my best guess I was 7th out of the water in my wave which was a great swim for me. The results haven't been posted on the website so I'm not sure what my overall swim ranking was but I felt good about it when scanning the top times after the race. I think I was just over 6 minutes. Mark Hauser was about 1:05 ahead of me through the swim. I had a great transition and was the 4th guy out on the bike.
BIKE:

Transition 2: I typically don't make a seperate section for transitions but this is where things began to fall apart for me. Immediately after getting off the bike I got 2 GIGANTIC simultaneous cramps in both hamstrings. I hobbled to my rack and put my bike up knowing this was not going to be good unless the cramps went away quickly. I bent over to get my shoes and I got another huge cramp in my lower ab muscle...oh crap. I quickly stood up tall and leaned back to get that cramp to subside. I slowly bent back over praying it would not return. It did not and I got my shoes on but my hamstrings were still really angry with me. I began to shuffle like a 90 year old who was missing his walker towards the transition exit but I was in major pain. I thought about the time I had hamstring cramps in my first ever olympic distance race and Jen was outside transition yelling at me to quit being a baby. I knew from that experience I had to keep going in hopes they would go away. I finally got out of Transition 2 and onto the run but damage in the race had begun in what is now my worst transition ever.
RUN:
