Thanks to Mark, my travel sponsor, I made it to Panama 70.3 in one piece telling myself that I had all I needed to have a great race – hard training and determination. The gun went off, 5 kms into the bike I had a flat, 2 km another. My race was done. I got home and started nursing the plantar fascia issues that I had developed. On a mission to start my season and get on the Worlds 70.3 qualifying points list I took on San Juan 70.3. First out of the water was the best part of the day. With little run training, after the bike it all went downhill. Spirit took another hit. I went home to BC to be with my family.
Next race was Wildflower – a race I truly love and think EVERYONE should do at least once. The pressure was mounting to have one good race. Having finally got back to running I thought – do what it takes, if it were easy everyone would do it, keep pushing through it all. Truthfully though I was dragging myself around the amazing streets of San Francisco in preparation. How can anyone drag themselves around such an incredible and inspiring place? I was perplexed. I kept pushing and pushing, hoping and wishing it were just a little easier. My body once again snapped and I developed a labral tear flare up. The harder I tried the more my body resisted. I did not start the race.
Back in Austin I had to reevaluate where I was at. My body was a mess and my spirit low. This was not what being a professional athlete was really about I thought. Or was it? Zane (previous coach) was embarking on new adventures and I needed to change things up. I got in touch with Chuckie V. and went to Boulder to meet him and see if he and I could work together. One week later I knew I had to give it a go. I packed my little Honda Civic and said good-bye to Austin, the place where I began my journey as a full-time professional triathlete.
Life never really gives you a break and 4 days before my second race, Boulder 70.3, I had a terrific crash on my bike. In typical Tenille fashion I thought I would be healed in days because of my positive attitude. I tried to get to a start line 3 times in the month of August but my body kept saying nope. My back and hips had suffered the most. Eventually with the amazing work of my massage therapist Allan Kupczak and help of Jared Hauschildt I did get going again and was on the start line of Muskoka 70.3.
Every race for the rest of the season I had people I loved on the sidelines – my best girl friends in Muskoka 70.3, Ottawa friends at Pocono 70.3, host family extraordinaire in Rev3 Anderson and whole Austin community at Austin 70.3. They carried me through consistent and joyful racing despite my growing fatigue. I put everything I had out there on every race and raced smart.
It was while injured from the crash that I thought about Ironman distance and the what-if. Once again I called up my personal “sober second thought” Mark Cathcart. He was nothing but enthusiastic and once again made it possible with air-miles and accommodation. I found myself on the start line at Ironman Cozumel to finish off a tremendous year. This race was amazingly fun until I had to learn some valuable nutritional lessons that I suppose I could only learn in a race. I am super excited about doing another and totally “crushing it”.