I forgot my shoes. Me and my teammate Leo got up early, had breakfast, and drove 40 minutes to the race venue. We were racing the draft legal version of the race which started two hours before the classic. Once we got there we immediately realised something was wrong, I had forgotten my cycling shoes. I ended up setting the transition up and attended the athlete briefing although before the race started I asked the organisers if I could switch to the classic race, allowing my teammates enough time to bring my shoes with them. Thankfully, they allowed me to, and I wasn’t forced to cycle with running shoes. It was a hectic start to the morning but I ended up having a good time spectating Leo and taking some cool shots of him.
The rest of the team arrived and brought my shoes with them. We headed to the start and jumped into the ice cold San Francisco bay. After a quick warm up the horn blasted and the race began. Open water swims are always fun, fighting your way to a good position, trying to keep each stroke perfect, all while keeping track of a yellow buoy 400 meters away. I got out of the water and ran up the hill to transition, grabbed my bike, and proceeded to obliterate 4 laps on the flat course. I gave it my all, attempting to pass as many people as I could. At the last kilometer of the bike I decided to put out a big attack (surge) and as I turned into the last U-turn my back wheel slipped. Almost crashing, I ended up skidding across the turn and kept my balance. The onlookers looked at me scared, but I just smiled back and gave them a shaka, signaling that I was okay. I had a good run and the race finished with a strong uphill. I walked across the finish and was met with a great buffet. After that I met up with the rest of the team, we talked about our races, I met their families who had come to support them, and talked to a few people from other schools who I met there.
My race at Stanford may have had a bad start, but I ended up enjoying the race and the organisers were of great assistance. The course was unique, fast, the weather was good, and I met some cool people along the way. In the end that’s what the sport is about, challenging yourself in the pursuit of excellence and growing with others while you do it.
- Omar
Kendra’s Race was my first full-length sprint triathlon and the first time I had done an open water swim in a race before, so I really had no clue what to expect going into it. A month before the race, I did my first open water swim with some other people on the team in Corona Del Mar, which I think was extremely helpful. It taught me how to keep my breathing under control, not panic, as well as how to pace myself. All of these skills came into good use swimming in the beaches of UCSB. What I was not prepared for was how disoriented I felt upon completing the swim and climbing up the stairs. Everything felt like it was spinning and I was struggling to take off my swim equipment and wetsuit at the transition station.
This race was my 3rd bike ride with a road bike, so I was still getting a hold of handling. I did not have a good grasp of when to use certain bike gears so my speed wasn’t as efficient as it could have been. Additionally, I did not have enough balance to drink from a bottle while riding at this point in time. I felt decently dehydrated towards the end of the bike which was clear from how I started cramping immediately on the run. While I wasn’t able to hit the run pace I was aiming for due to the dehydration, I genuinely loved the run course, as the trail around UCSB’s lagoon was just absolutely gorgeous.
This triathlon marked a lot of firsts for me and gave me lots of good pointers on how to prepare for Tritonman. I decided to place better emphasis on fueling before the race, both in terms of carbohydrates and being hydrated, as well as learning how to balance on a bike enough to drink while riding. Training wise, I focused on doing more brick workouts to better get used to the feeling of running right after cycling. Despite the things that went wrong during the race, I genuinely had a great time and I’m glad it was my first triathlon race experience.
-Saalar
It was a chilly morning in Daygo. We crept slowly through the darkness that engulfed Mission Bay until out of the fog appeared the silhouettes of carbon frames and freshly waxed chains sitting in transition. We had made it. This was Tritonman. Our ragtag team, comprised of Andrew (me) just 4 days post sickness, Eric, about to embark on his very first Triathlon, and Leo, on his first of two triathlons this weekend, found themselves amidst many of the greats of American collegiate triathlon talent. We set up our bikes and placed shoes into buckets surrounded by teams that had flown in from Hawaii to compete with us. We were ready to give it everything we had.
Alright, enough anticipation, time to race. We all hopped in the water and headed to the start buoys. On the way over I quickly became acquainted with Mission Bay’s water quality: sticks and feathers and foamy clumps of debris, all seemingly washed into the water from the previous weeks of rain, swirled about the group of floating athletes. Not the most appetizing start, but when the gun went off all fears of rashes and eye/ear infections went out the window as we clambered through the muck and over each other, fighting for position. The swim course was a simple out and back, which let me see how I was doing compared to the lead pack (not too shabby). Heading into the back half of the swim, my lungs burned as I attempted to push up to a faster group. I made a little ground up, but there was still a lot of work to do on the other legs. Hop out of the water, sprint to transition, clip in on the bike, and then head out to Fiesta Island for 3 laps. I spun my legs hard and flew around for one and a half laps until BANG! Disaster. A nasty flat that instantly ate up my CO₂ cartridge and left me stranded on the Island.
My race was over :(. Though as I trudged through the dirt along the side of the bike course, bike over my shoulder, I still got to race vicariously through my teammates as they raced past. I got back to the shore just in time to see Leo come through the line, and Eric soon after.
Overall, we did pretty great. Leo crushed his first race of the weekend before doubling back the next day for Tritonman Classic, and Eric had the biggest smile on his face as he crossed the line of his first triathlon. And though a victory with champagne on the podium wasn’t mine this time, I still gave all I had for as long as I could on the day; a victory in my book. Besides, we all got tacos afterwards, which made it impossible to not be happy. I’ve got so many great memories from this race. Can’t wait to see you again next year Tritonman!
-Andrew
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Triton Man is the only race I did this year and I almost didn’t go. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to race because I hadn’t been training for triathlon most of the year. But at the last second, I decided to go. As we were leaving for the race we convinced my roommate on the triathlon team, who hadn’t raced all year to come out and cheer. I went into it with no expectations and just wanted to have fun. I was excited to swim this year because the last two years the swim had been canceled. Which is pretty nice for me because I’m a much better runner than I am a swimmer. Going into the swim I wasn’t expecting much but I swam my fastest swim I’ve ever swam. I came out of the water a little over a minute behind Bryce who I am usually at least four minutes behind. I may have cut a little bit off the course at the end and gone on the inside of a buoy instead of the outside on accident, but it still would’ve been my fastest swim for sure. Seeing my roommate cheer me on was really fun and he let me know exactly how far behind I was. On the bike I had a lot of fun trying to pass people on tt bikes. My bike was solid and I don’t think I could have improved much about it. I always enjoy doing funny things for the camera at Triton man on the bike because it's always in the same spot. Going into the run I knew my lack of training was about to hit. I immediately cramped up and my back was fried from the bike. I finished it out and was honestly really happy with the result. Definitely one of my slower 5ks, but still pretty good. Getting some very well deserved fish tacos after the race was definitely needed. Triton man is always one of my favorite races and I’m happy I got to race it this year. Hopefully next year I can train a bit more and go a bit faster.
-Jack
After driving down the previous day with Azure and Leo, I woke up Saturday morning with a mix of excitement and nerves. The weather was set to be beautiful around Lopez Lake, with a later race start and bright sun, but with it only going to be my second official triathlon the olympic distance was definitely a bit daunting. We pulled into the lot and biked the brief distance up to the start, with the morning sun already beaming down on us. All of the volunteers working were super friendly and the three of us were set up in transition in no time, after some instruction from Leo on how I should set up my sunglasses for a faster T1. I set myself up with my favorite Honey Stinger gels (they are the BEST) before starting the arduous process of pulling on my wetsuit.
Hopping in the water I was actually so surprised with how nice the water felt, it was refreshing but not freezing and I really fell in love with the later start time. I swam out to the buoy and started nervously chatting with everyone around me, even meeting one of the MTS race directors who was participating and chatting with him about the hills on the bike course. The moment the race started my strategy was to try to keep a nice consistent pace on the swim and try not to burn out. I come from a swimming background so I honestly love the open water swim sections and just wanted to stay consistent. At around the 800m mark though, my cap came off and I was forced to constantly pull my (horribly shaggy) hair back while I spotted. This was a bit of a challenge but I chose to see it as a good lesson on why double capping is important!
I stumbled up the dock, downed a gel, and pedaled off on my bike. I had a blast going up and down the hills and really just appreciated the lovely spring weather and California poppies blooming by the side of the road. My bike section was, admittedly, my hardest section as I struggled to keep high power against the steep climbs but I was able to tone down my competitiveness and just focused on the great time I was having. I also got to see Azure and Leo as they zipped by on the course's two out-and-backs. There was a gnarly climb right at the end of the second way out but right when it got most difficult, there were volunteers with water and people cheering us on as we turned back for the final stretch.
Finally we were on to the run, which I knew I was going to enjoy the moment I stepped off the bike to legs that were worn out but not exhausted. My legs felt amazing switching off the bike and after a lot of training with long-distance running I was excited to be on my feet again. I really just kept a consistent pace and talked with the racers around me, especially a guy from Stanford named Evan who I ran the majority of the section with. It was quite hot as it got into the afternoon and Evan and I honestly just spent each mile talking about how close we were to the next water station, where I would definitely recommend taking at least two cups to keep yourself hydrated. I always try to keep a smile during a race, and getting to meet all these awesome people who are there excited to chat with you and encourage you really makes it all the easier.
At the end of the race, I sprinted across the finish and instantly sat down, happy and exhausted. I may not have placed very high but that has never really been my goal. I’m always just looking to push myself and have an amazing time and I succeeded in that completely at MTS. I got to meet so many cool people and the environment is genuinely just so supportive. My advice to anyone looking to do a triathlon is just to go for it! Don’t worry about going slow or having to beat people, everyone is just looking for a fun time and I’ve yet to meet a single person who isn’t supportive. At the end of the day, there really isn’t anything that feels quite as awesome as crossing that finish line!
-Eric
In celebration of the Wilson triplets’ birthday this year, members of the triathlon club at UC Irvine took on the 15 km course of the LA Tough Mudder event this year. An unconventional event for the triathlon club, but an event with over 20 obstacles and of course, lots of mud.
This was my first time participating in such an event and it did not disappoint. I expected the obstacles to be more individually demanding, but soon I realized most of the obstacles really did require teamwork of all eight individuals on the team. The first obstacle that required each and every team member was called “The Block Ness Monster.” Teams jump into a shallow pool where there are multiple rotating blocks for individuals to get over. These blocks are tough to rotate as half of each one is above the water and the other half is submerged in the water. Oh and they are also 500 lbs, requiring teams to push the block and jump over it as it is rotating. Even though it was not too hot that day, it was nice to cool off in the water and wash off all the dried up mud on our clothes and skin. I thought this obstacle was super chill and expected all the other team-based activities to be like this. Oh how my dreams soon became crushed.
Another event requiring arguably the most teamwork was the “Pyramid Scheme”. Teams jump down into a mud pit and then face off against a 15 foot wall to climb over. The wall is not vertical but at a gradual incline, gradual enough that one may think they can simply walk up it. Wrong. Getting down into the mud pit before approaching the wall immediately eliminates this possibility of walking up it as your shoes become too slick, and the only option is for team members to climb on top of one another to get to the top. I remember being at the bottom of our team’s human ladder. I was gripping for dear life as one and then another one of my teammates stood on my shoulders, praying that at least one person made it up. A few people eventually made it over the top, however, we reached a plateau when one of our teammates almost made it to the top, and came slipping all the way back down. At this point, we had gotten half of our team atop this wall the other half at the bottom. In doing so, the half of us remaining at the bottom were depleted and even our teammates at the top pulling people up were exhausted. Then all of a sudden this stoic man with a beard and kilt approached us, slapped his leg, and said “Climb on me!” Our savior had come and he helped each of our last team members reach the top. Other teams also decided to help, and that’s when I realized the real team spirit of the tough mudder event.
Although it was a very unexpected event, it was not too far from our interests. The tough mudder was a fantastic way to conclude the spring 2026 quarter. Approaching the end of the collegiate triathlon season, it is definitely an event I hope we continue to participate in in the future!
-Lance
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The Triathlon Club of UC Irvine took on the Tough Mudder at Lake Elsinore on March 21, which was a challenging 15K course packed with demanding obstacles. Representing the team was Lance, David, Leo, Jayden, Ema, Bryce, Trevor, and Reid.
The course itself was far from a typical 15K course. It was on the Lake Elsinore dirtbike tracks where the runners would go up and down the jumps and whoops along with many unique obstacles that would test their strength. Not even 50 meters into the race the runners were faced with a deep mud pit which was incredibly thick and could take a shoe if they were not tied tight enough. There were other mud sections which an army crawl was required to get through, as barbed wire was above them.
One of the more physically demanding obstacles was the large A-Frame, which was at least 50 feet tall and required teamwork to even start the climb. This required a volunteer to hoist people onto their knees and shoulders like a ladder to even allow them to start climbing, as the first portion was a slick and muddy wall. There were other zones where the area was like an American Ninja Warrior course which had ropes to swing on, monkey bars to scale, and spinning rings to grab onto.
Although these would test the strength of each runner, there were less physically challenging obstacles that were arguably more mentally challenging. One of these was a tear gas type of enclosure that an army crawl was needed to get through while tear gas was filling the area.
Another spot was a deep mud pit filled with holes that were not visible, where people could fall into and lose their balance. Although this was not incredibly dangerous, there were metal wires and mesh hanging down that was electrically powered, meaning it would shock the runner if
they bumped into it! These were definitely memorable stages as they were quite shocking (no pun intended) to see on the course.
Although each obstacle required physical strength, it ultimately required teamwork. This is what made the event so rewarding, as each of the team members would work together to overcome the challenges before them. Everyone pushed through even the hardest parts and did not have to skip any stages or obstacles, proving that they could work together.
Overall the Tough Mudder was definitely tough and muddy, but it allowed for a memorable experience that highlighted the team’s determination and their willingness to take on new and unique challenges together.
-David
Ironman Texas was the culmination of up until that point, my entire experience with UCI triathlon. The Ironman is a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, and 26.2 mile run. The longest standardized racing distance in the sport of triathlon. Before the race began, the announcer asked us to take a deep breath, to think about what we were going to do, but more importantly, think about our “why.” Why were we here, why were we doing this? To be honest, I didn’t know, and I had to go out there to find it. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and I alongside nearly 3000 other athletes staked our lives on it, one of whom would unfortunately lose it during the campaign.
I was fortunate enough to be towards the front of the swim with more open water than most, and got out of the water in 1:09:04 averaging 1:45/100 m. I had a quick transition into the bike where I was met with headwinds that rivaled back bay on the way out, and pouring rain on the way back. Visibility was poor and conditions were sketchy as crashes piled up and parts littered the road. But with the help of the donated TT bike, I clocked a lifetime best on the bike splitting 5:06:14 averaging 22.04 mph. The run would not treat me so fortunately. I went out swinging with a diabolical sub 6:45 /mile pace that would destroy me by mile 16. I couldn’t move. I was cramping. I was dizzy. I didn’t find my “why”. A minute before I bonked coach Greg relayed a message from Bryce, telling me to “send it.” I thought about my team, UCI triathlon. I thought about the donated TT bike, the borrowed bike suitcase, the rides I bummed, the training sessions, my coach, my teammates, and my friends. I couldn’t do it alone. I was never going to. I’m just an individual. But my team? UCI triathlon? They were more than just a club to me. They were my cause. They were my “why”.
With a broken body and mind I hobbled to the finish with a 3:34:44 run, finishing with a total time of 10:04:27. Don’t ask me how I felt about missing out on sub 10. You already know I’m pissed. As much as I’m proud of finishing, there’s still so much work to do. I still have so much left to improve, and I have so much more to give to this sport and to this club. They’ve given me everything. All my opportunities to train, race, and live the life of my dreams. I will be back one day. I will be back to qualify for the World Championships. I’m forever grateful, but still hungry for more. The job’s not finished.
-Leo