I met my goal – I finished and I didn’t come in last and I didn’t die although I probably should have taken a trip to the Red Cross tent after I crossed the line – but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
This is going to be a very abbreviated report – just about me. No stories of my meeting tri-bloggers (except for one) but fear not – those stories are coming.
Rookie mistake 1 – I forgot to take a pack to get my stuff to transition. I ended up borrowing the very large and long pack of a guy I met there and it prevented me from riding my bike to the start so I had to walk it – about a mile.
Rookie mistake 2 – when your goggles fog up at the start of the swim clear them – don’t swim blind. It makes it really hard to stay on course – in fact, you won’t.
Rookie mistake 3 – untie your running shoes and have them ready to go in transition – I forgot that part.
Rookie mistake 4 – get your stuff organized – all of it! No digging through packs and forgetting stuff allowed.
The Swim – I never did a chance to test drive the wet suit until the 5 minutes between wave starts. I about died when I got in that water and it seeped through the suit and baby it was COLD! I got out and found FeLady with whom I was toein’ the line and she said that was okay – the water in there would warm up and keep me warm. It did. The horn went off and it was into the washing machine I went – with goggles that were totally fogged up and obscured my vision completely. I figured as long as I had bodies around me I’d be fine. Ha Ha. Let’s just say I had 3 encounters with boats and I probably put an extra 400 – 500 meters on that swim. The good news is that I was comfortable in the water and didn’t feel like I would die if I didn’t get to shore soon. I just swam (Just keep swimming … just keep swimming… (thanks Donna!)). The bad news is that it added a lot of time to my swim.
The Bike – the bike was good. I thought that first hill out of transition was going to be killer but it wasn’t that bad and it was the steepest hill in the course. I was a little naive about how many other hills there were but I handled them just fine and I bombed down the downhill side. I thought the ride would take me 2:30 because of the hills but I got it done in 2:06 (according to my Garmin). I was happy.
The Run – bad… bad.bad.bad. In fact, it didn’t really happen. I mostly took a 6 miles walk in blazing heat with a very upset stomach. My heart rate kept ratcheting up past 150 and I just could.not.run. I tried running downhill when there was one but the run was mostly uphill and I just couldn’t pull it together. Even the last 3/4 of a mile which was the steep downhill we took up on the way out on the bike was only 1/2 run, 1/2 walked. I wanted to be sure I could run down the chute which I did. I did it!
It got my medal and my cold wet washcloth – ahhhhhh…. and thought about going to the medic tent but I didn’t see the tent and I was too bubble headed to ask where it was. I was really ill at that point. I’m glad I skipped the tent though because if I had gone I wouldn’t have been able to tell you the funny story of what happened after the race was over. So stay tuned … more stories to come.
To all of the tri-bloggers I met – you are the best! My stories of meeting you are also to come.