Well, I finished. I have no idea what my time(s) is because when I finished the race, I just didn’t care. You’ll get those times when I get them. I know some of you are dying to here about the race, so here are some initial thoughts:
- I have the best friends and family in the whole world. Literally! Linden called me from Germany this morning, and Sarah sent me flowers to wish me luck yesterday! My mom came and watched, Chris photographed, and Sam ran me in the last few hundred runs.
- I have new-found respect for triathloners. They deserve a lot of credit for what they can do.
- I had never hyperventilated before today. A pool is not great place to do this for the first time.
- Periods and triathlons do not mix.
- Water misters are not only for Olympians.
- If I’m going to do another one of these things, I’m gonna need some better cycling equipment.
- I haven’t worked that hard in a long time–mentally or physically.
These thoughts are kinda negative, I know, but don’t fret. Already, in retrospect, I’m glad I did it, but I can’t say that I enjoyed myself while I was doing it. I learned a lot; the learning curve for triathloning is just a bit steeper than running.
OK. That’s all I have for you right now. I need another bagel and another nap. A minute-by-agonizing-minute report is coming soon (with photos)!
P.S. A prize will be awarded to the person who can guess the curse word I said to myself on the bike ride. You have permission to cuss in my comments…