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| The medal says "Finisher"! |
So, today was the day I've been waiting for since August 2010 when I completed the Danskin Triathlon... today was the day for my second triathlon and bragging rights that I am a triathlete, not someone who just did one TRI as a thing to do for my 50th year. I blogged when I completed Danskin about how emotional I was through the whole thing and was tearing up and so moved that I was even doing it at the age of 50. Now here I am at the completion of The Seafair Sprint Triathlon, my second Tri.
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| Jim and Joseph |
The race had two levels, Olympic and Sprint and I was doing the Sprint. The Olympic waves started at 6:30 am and we were told that everyone needed to clear the transition area by 6 am. WHAT? but my race doesn't even start until 8 am. So once I got my head wrapped around this new plan, meaning that I needed to be at the park by 5:30, in order to get a good parking spot (about 1/2 mile straight UP the hill) and have my stuff set-up by 6 am, I settled in and spent time with Joseph and Jim, my training buddies who were doing the Olympic, until they headed out at 7 am. Joseph was so kind as to tell me tales such as the possibility of having goggles ripped off my face during the swim and be sure not to get water in my mouth when I first headed out, since that is where everyone pees before they head out. WHAT??? Ah well... it calmed my nerves.
My wave at 8 am was for everyone 50+ both men and women. They were great to talk to while we waited for all the youngsters to go and there really weren't that many of us and only one wave was behind us.
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| Transition and bike racking |
So... at 8 am I headed out for the swim and seemed to have forgotten how to swim properly. I stayed well in the back to avoid the confusion... and having my goggles ripped off! Well in the back became further in the back as I plodded along with one arm in front of the other, finally past the buoy 1 turn, then the lifeguard at buoy 2 asked me if I was ok... oh yea... lovely day for a swim! Then the guard at buoy 3 yells at me... green cap! are you doing ok? Did I look like I was about to drown? I was fine, I just forgot how to make my stroke work. Pretty soon I'm passed by most of the last wave in the red caps and continuing on. As I round the final turn and I'm getting closer, I noticed that the life guards are now following me in. WHAT? am I the last person in the water? The guard assured me that there were lots of people behind me. Anyway, as I see the finish for the swim in sight, I suddenly remembered how to swim properly by rotating as I moved through the water... that would have come in handy a bit sooner! I had a big smile for the camera... I was so glad to be heading for the bike next.
As I headed out on the bike, it seemed that no one was going my direction. hmmm.... lots of people were coming in, but not out. So, I'm pedaling along and eating my Jelly Beans for fuel. I head up the hill to get on the I-90 bridge, and I soon hear a motored vehicle behind me and I turn my head slightly to see why there is a car behind me and I see a flashing light. I have a motorcycle cop on my tail.... was I speeding officer? He follows me the full way across the bridge and through the tunnel, the turn around. The thoughts going through my head went along these lines... am I the last person out here? Seriously? Hmmm.... can I turn around and tell him to get off my ASS? OK, positive, positive... I must be the last person out here... but I'm out here and that's a good thing and it means I'm faster than all those who stayed at home and I'm only racing myself. Then I remembered that when I was doing the 1/2 marathon in May, that when the fastest elite racers for the marathon passed us, they had a police escort! So, this was probably going to be the ONLY time I would get a police escort. I did get to the turn around and was feeling better and recovered from the swim and was actually enjoying the ride. I did wonder if it was difficult for the officer to make his motorcycle go that slow as I was heading up the hill. Evidently, I wasn't concerned enough to go any faster though. As I was almost back to the transition area, I caught up with one other rider still on the trail and we came through the bike end together.
Now on to the run... I have to say that I didn't have much left for the run. I ran a bit and wanted to catch up to Donna, the person who came in on the bike at the same time. I finally did catch her and we did a walk/run for the rest of the race. Chatting and sharing stories. She was more of a walker and it was so nice to have someone to complete the race with.
It was so great to get to the finish line and see Alisa, Parrish and Jim waiting there for me. They were so excited that I'd finished and I'm sure were wondering where I was. Saw Joseph shortly after smiling as usual! And we got this great picture from the chocolate milk people.
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| We all had milk moostaches, but it seems only mine showed! |
I do have to say that it was HARD. Doing a Triathlon is not something easy for me. I earned that FINISHER medal I'm wearing. I'm still amazed that I get to call myself a triathlete at 50+ and 50+
I couldn't continue to train without my training buddies, Jim, Alisa and Joseph. I absolutely love that I have such truly amazing friends and daughters to train with and be encouraged by. I really appreciate all the coaching and encouragement I've gotten during the past couple years from Jim Bowers, friend, trainer, and coach! I aspire to be fast enough to draft behind you.
Next up... Danskin in 3 weeks with my pal Noelle!
As I headed out on the bike, it seemed that no one was going my direction. hmmm.... lots of people were coming in, but not out. So, I'm pedaling along and eating my Jelly Beans for fuel. I head up the hill to get on the I-90 bridge, and I soon hear a motored vehicle behind me and I turn my head slightly to see why there is a car behind me and I see a flashing light. I have a motorcycle cop on my tail.... was I speeding officer? He follows me the full way across the bridge and through the tunnel, the turn around. The thoughts going through my head went along these lines... am I the last person out here? Seriously? Hmmm.... can I turn around and tell him to get off my ASS? OK, positive, positive... I must be the last person out here... but I'm out here and that's a good thing and it means I'm faster than all those who stayed at home and I'm only racing myself. Then I remembered that when I was doing the 1/2 marathon in May, that when the fastest elite racers for the marathon passed us, they had a police escort! So, this was probably going to be the ONLY time I would get a police escort. I did get to the turn around and was feeling better and recovered from the swim and was actually enjoying the ride. I did wonder if it was difficult for the officer to make his motorcycle go that slow as I was heading up the hill. Evidently, I wasn't concerned enough to go any faster though. As I was almost back to the transition area, I caught up with one other rider still on the trail and we came through the bike end together.
