So I finished the triathlon. That was my goal. I jogged across the finish line on my own legs, didn't have to be dragged or carried. So I achieved my goal. Unfortunately I finished in last place. So that's a little bit of a downer to the self-esteem, but hey. I finished 18th place in the women's swim (out of 94), so that was good!
I didn't sleep well the night before, but the adrenaline was working for me before the race when I was preparing and hanging out with my cool cousins Delos and Misty, Anthony participated too but he always leaves us all in the dust :). The swim went well. I didn't feel at the top of my game, but I passed a few people, survived a couple of good smacks to the head by other swimmers, had to stop for a few seconds to recover from the wave of water I swollowed, but I cut a minute off of my time from last year and finished in 10:34.9. (ignore the bad swimsuit picture)
My transition to the bike was a little slow because I was nervous, tired, and flustered but 4:30 later I was off on the bike ride. There I was, clipping along at a good speed, or so I thought, and then every biker in the race started passing me like I was standing still. I couldn't figure out what was going on. They were flying past me like crazy. People I knew were way behind me in the swim. What was I doing wrong?? Then I realized my problem. My bike. I had made the decision not to ride a road bike because I am not familiar with them and I thought I would be uncomfortable on one, so I brought my own bike, but I did not even think about how heavy my bike is and what a difference that would make. But apparently its a HUGE difference! So I got passed like crazy and it took me 1:06:08.7 to finish the 12.5 mile bike course. I really thought I was going to die the last mile or two. I past a girl going the other way that told me I was almost there so I picked up speed and it turned out I had over 3 miles left, so I totally ran out of energy by the last mile and a half or so. I was actually looking forward to the run so I could get off that infernal bike seat before my butt completely fell off.
Once I finally got back in, I hung up my bike, grabbed a handful of candy to get my sugar back up, traded my helmet for a hat and 1:31 later headed out on the 5k. I knew there would not be much running going on, my knees were aching, but I was okay with that. I sort of sped walked the whole way, with an occasional jog here and there. Most of the way was a really lovely shady path along the river and I just enjoyed the view and the music pumping through my ipod. I jogged across the finish line (46:00.2 for the run) to a total finish time of 2:08:45.6. Highly pathetic. But I finished. I did two solid hours of exercise and it was good for me. I knew all along I would not be winning anything, I was just kind of hoping I wouldn't be last place...oh well. Better luck next time. At least with the pursuit style of the triathlon I wasn't actually the last one to cross the finish line, so it didn't look like I was last place, but I really was, except for those who didn't finish. At least I finished.