Thursday, September 27, 2012

it happened



So race day came and went. It was awesome! I felt great and everything went really smoothly. There were huge waves but I wasn't afraid, even though they were the biggest I had dealt with all season long. I ran the whole 4 miles without walking, and I didn't fall off my bike trying to clip in or out. I was relieved since that was my check list of anxieties. I felt successful, until I got my time. It was exactly the same as last year minus some seconds. I couldn't understand what happened. After all that run training had I not improved? My run was faster but my bike was slower, I was more cautious. My transitions were faster and I ranked better then I had the previous year. Overall I did better, but I couldn't help be disappointed with my time. I really wanted to get down to the two hour mark.  I've got some work to do I guess. Next up is a 10k, first time for that, lets see how I do...


It says I'm 37 WTF? I won't be 37 for another 3 months thank you very much!




Here's a little taste of what it's like on race day

I liked my number this year I could actually remember it

Our team ramping up for the race start, they kick you out of the transition area once the race starts

Some lovely Tri friends

I was very savvy with my headlamp, you should be jealous

my transition space, all set up and ready to go

This is how come I know I should be doing this type of activity cause every picture taken of me I am super stoked.




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I'm a working Mom to a Toddler, a messy wife to a neat freak and a 6 foot tall Glamazon triathlete who went to art school. If Lucille Ball and Laverne and Shirley had a Goth love child thats who I'd be.