All About the Bass(man)-A TMT Race Report

Two weekends ago, I checked race #1 off the 2016 season off the list at CityTri’s Bassman. I eased into the season with a gentle sprint: .35 mi swim/12.83 mi bike/3.1 mi run. The last few years, I’ve made it a habit to start the triathlon season with a sprint, and then finish with a sprint, with lots of sprints in between the two. I think it’s a good strategy for me. Every race distance over a sprint is nicely tucked away into a mental scrapbook, which is in the back of a very dark, locked closet. Never to be revisited again. But I digress.

Bassman is in Bass River State Park, which is about 30 minutes north of Atlantic City, New Jersey. I would love to say that I saw the A.C. glow as I drove north to the race venue, but the entirety of South Jersey was encased in a rainy, misty fog that morning. I saw nothing but my windshield wipers going back and forth. If you don’t live where I live, I’ll just tell you now: MAY’S WEATHER SUCKED. Relentless cold and rain throughout the month made training soggy and miserable. Ugh, more digression. I’m rusty on the focus thing.

Bass River State Forest is lovely, with the clearest lake I’ve ever had the pleasure of swimming in. The bike course was mostly a big loop with few turns. The run was through the forest on mostly soft trails. I kept waiting for Red Riding Hood or Hansel and Gretel to pop out from behind a tree.  They didn’t. I was sad.

But then I was happy because I won my age group! Only having about two dozen total competitors in the race had absolutely nothing to do with that. You got me? Nothing. I dominated all my fellow old broads. Unfortunately I have no prize, as the awards took waaaaaaaaaaaay too long, and a person can only stand around in the cold rain for so long to wait for a smallish piece of plastic.  Fellow WBTU teammate Mrs. Donovan continued her podium domination from last year with taking the overall win of the international distance race. And FOTT Vaughn B. finished second overall in the 70.3 race. I think our pre-race interview brought him good luck.


FYI:  A can of TriGlide makes an excellent substitute for a hairbrush microphone.

In all seriousness, I felt surprisingly good for someone who is carrying an extra kilogram or two. (I haven’t “gone metric”. My scale is stuck on kg mode. I’m just going with it.) I suspect all of the hilly riding that Snarky G. has me doing helped to prepare me for tackling this sprint and wrestling it to the ground. I’m not ashamed to say it. I made that sprint my bitch.

Less than two weeks until The Jump!




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