Combining a race with a camping trip worked back in 2014 when we went to Rattlesnake Point (as mentioned here), so why not try something similar here in B.C.? In both cases, we felt rusty to the point of feeling like camping novices, so we tried to manage our expectations…
After work and school on Friday, we rushed up to our campsite in Cultus Lake Provincial Park in the hopes of setting up our tent with the maximum amount of daylight. Our campsite had few trees within a reasonable distance to put up a tarp, and the ground was poured cement intended for trailers and RVs (yet not smooth like a sidewalk) so sinking tent pegs was impossible too. Did I mention it was raining?
Once the tent was up and secure, we ventured into town for pizza. Beethoven’s pizza is somewhat locally famous so we were looking forward to it, but it was about to close as we arrived. Luckily the Lakeside Beach Club was open and served us some fabulous food, including the best Jambalaya I’ve ever had.
After dinner, we went back to the campsite and were going to inflate our air mattresses and get set up for the night. But between dead batteries (we found some spares) and being unable to figure out the air pump in the dark, we ultimately (around 10:30 PM) threw in the towel and decided to stay dry and comfy at home for the first night.
It had been a rough night and a rough week beforehand, so we didn’t get out to the site till after noon on Saturday. We stopped by the race site to pick up my race kit and drop off my bike. We encountered more rain as we got the rest of our stuff deployed into the tent, but in the late afternoon it seemed to clear up, so we took advantage of the lake to go swimming.
With the rain well in the past, we were able to have a proper camp dinner with hot dogs, beefaroni and chilli over the portable gas stove. We slept in the tent and heard owls and coyotes through the night.
I wanted to sleep with my CPAP (an apparatus that prevents sleep apnea) but without power it won’t work. I thought I had been clever by buying a portable power supply, but I underestimated how much power the pump in the CPAP uses and it stopped working around 2:30AM.
We headed to the race site, with me having slept less than 5 hours. The Dynamic Events crew run a very structured race, with strict rules and timing about accessing the transition area prior to the race. I was tugging on my wetsuit, I overheard some other athletes talk about their timing chip ankle strap and realized I had forgotten to pick mine up. I grabbed it and was helped to get my wetsuit on by a good Samaritan.
I was in the first wave and luckily the water didn’t feel particularly cold. Swimming was the event I was best trained for, yet somehow I still struggled. I kept a good easy pace at the beginning, but a nagging cough kept me from having regular breathing – I even ended up drinking some of the lake water. At one point I looked at the sky and saw a drone – I wonder if that footage will turn up somewhere. At 22:53, I exited the water.
I still felt gassed so I walked to my transition. It took me forever to get my wetsuit off – I couldn’t pull it down off my ankles. I began contemplating whether I needed to invest more time in Yoga to be able to accomplish the feat. I walked the bike out of transition.
On the bike, I thought I was happy with my pace, but I did notice myself getting passed by people who might have been first-timers; fit ones, mind you. My hat’s off to anyone trying this course with a commuter or mountain bike, especially if you can climb those hills without huffing and puffing, like some riders I observed.
The bike course took us right into the touristy downtown of Yarrow, then doubled back on itself. I witnessed a near collision between a left-hand turning car and some racers – I’m not sure how the volunteer with the ‘SLOW/STOP’ sign could have done better to communicate to the driver. Luckily no one was hurt.
Heading back to the race site meant a big climb that took a lot out of me, so between that and being rusty, I dismounted a bit after the official line. Luckily I came in so slowly and safely that the race official called it ‘close enough’ and let me on my way without a penalty. I took my time getting my shoes on before heading out on the lovely lakeside run.
As I commented last year, the run course is gorgeous. One racer asked me as we looked at the houses on the shore “Can you imagine living here?” I smirked because there’s no reason one of the homeowners couldn’t participate in the triathlon (in fact, they’d have free parking!) so how did she know I didn’t live there?
The run course has multiple turn-around points and when I hit the first one, I wanted to imagine that it meant I was halfway done. That would turn into lamenting that I was on the “longest 5k ever”, which was echoed back to me by other racers.
I crossed the finish line well over the 2 hours I had predicted, and almost 30 minutes slower than last year. I promised myself to merely focus on finishing (complete, not compete) but that’s hard to do when you know better results are in your history and hopefully, your future.
I loved the idea of combining a family camping trip with a race weekend, but it made for a lot of work prepping, stress over mistakes, and poor rest before the race. Still, it was, as always, an adventure.