Taking The Plunge in Last Chance Gulch
Fear not, this is not my suicide post!
This weekend I get to cross off another Montana city that I have raced in: Its Helena’s turn with the Spring Meadows Olympic Triathlon on Sunday.
Helena, the capital city of Montana, was built on the hopes of striking it rich after gold was discovered in a gulch off the Prickly Pear Valley. The gulch, per history, was some of the early settler’s “last chance” to make it big. To this day, Helena’s main street, which lies roughly over the original gulch, is name Last Chance Gulch.
Throughout its history, Helena has endured fires and earthquakes with resolve. Yet, a true testament of the city’s frontier toughness is its annual surviving of pounding feet, sweat, paper cups, half emptied gel containers, and type A personalities of triathletes.
Prerace intel going forward looks great. I’m fully recovered from my virus earlier this weekend. I did a quick systems check with a short run yesterday, and everything seems to be running normally. Weather looks superb; mid 80’s and no sign of rain anywhere. Of course, as always, this is Montana, so for all we know, it could be snowing on race day. Should be a good crowd to boot. The race is a qualifier for nationals, and the attached sprint race is a Montana championship also.
Equipment going in is the standard kit. Wetsuit, one aero bottle on bike, no socks. After my last olympic distance performance in Walla Walla, Im going to be try pushing the red line more this go around. This is mainly a training race in preparation for Calgary at the end of the month, so I’m happy as long as I get to race.
Okay, time to finish one more day of work before hitting the road!