Pre Race:
One leg in, jacket still on...probably trying to decide if I have to poop.
Swim: 1/4 mile / 9:44
Sleeveless wetsuit. Note how the arms never actually touch the water.
- Water was frickin' cold. Something rediculous like 58*. It was, after all, still May.
- The race director told us that if we panicked in the middle of the lake, stand up because lake was that low. So I tried it. He was right.
- When I reached the edge of the boat launch, I couldn't feel my fingers, toes or arms (sleeveless wesuit. noted.) and was so ready to be out of the water that I just stood up and jogged the last little bit, passing people who were still swimming.
- I was so cold and worn out from the swim that I could barely walk in a straight line to my bike.
- Actually had to sit down to take off the wetsuit.
- Could not for the life of me get clipped into my pedals. Remember cursing loudly.
Coming in to T2 in all my hot pink glory.
- Flat course. Me likey.
- Saw Sam. Saw Sam bike fast.
- You're not supposed to draft, but I got caught in a group of about 6 girls trying to run each other off the road. Fun times.
- Locked up my brakes and felt my back tire skid out from behind me while I was coming down the hill into T2. Didn't have to pee anymore.
- Uneventful, just the way I like it.
Lookin' fast.
- Not a flat course. Mostly uphill actually.
- Despite the elevation changes, it was a nice run. I kept a better pace than I thought I could.
- I remember thinking "Find your groove. Find a pace you can hold for the whole 3 miles." And that's exactly what I did.
- Felt good
- Kissed the Hubby..
- Posed for picture with injured Run Buddy.
Seriously, GET BETTER.
- Talked to Sam.
- Once I got back into the car I realized there was a crusty-booger/dried snot situation all over my face. Lovely. So glad I posed for pics and talked to Sam. Hubby didn't mind so much.
He loves me crusty boogers and all.
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