Let's start with "sorry"
1 hour ago
|or maybe not|
|I liked the Emmet Swimming version better.|
|Wrigley from the center field bleachers|
|The Perot Museum of Nature & Science|
|Ragnar Relay Team September 2012. |
One of the few times times each year where I regularly push
my introverted nature.
|"YOU ARE AN IRONMAN!"|
After all the preparation, training, and logistics of the last twelve months, everything about that day boiled down to one moment. A moment that without warning or reason, and certainly beyond any one person’s control, could spell success or disaster. Wind, heat, equipment malfunctions, lost transition bags, crashes, illness. Thinking of these things is the reason you pack and repack bike gear bags…three times. Or why you justify buying more CO2 cartridges and spare tubes than you can conceivably carry on your bike. It’s also why you agonize over which pair of shoes you will take on the run, switching them out every couple hours up until you are forced to drop them off in the safety of some random volunteer’s hands. Except…you don’t trust the very nice volunteer, so you follow them over to the bag drop-off and double check their counting skills. Then you re-position the bag when they aren’t looking because you want the race number to not be wrinkled and easier to read.
A week long business trip to Portland Oregon three weeks prior to the race left me with a middle ear infection. The air pressure changes during my connecting flights pushed a mild sinus infection deep into my ears with head exploding force. As much as I had tried to keep up with training during my trip (getting up at 4am to run and ride the stationary bike before starting work at 7:00am) I had not been able to get access to a pool during my entire visit to Portland. Now with the ear infection it would be another week and a half before I would swim again. When improvement didn’t come soon enough, I went against Debi’s advice to stay out of the pool. Tripled up swim caps made due at the “Y” so I could get back in the water. To my surprise, and possibly due to the buoyancy of “Joseph’s Technicolor Layered Swim Caps”, I think I had my best swim all year. Maybe the missed time at the pool wasn’t as bad as I had feared.
|The Magic Helmet.|
|Athlete check-in and expo.|
|The look of fear.|
|Mirinda Carfrae is not so tough.|
Swim 1 hour 19 minutes. Well ahead of my goal of 1:30.
|A great start to the run.|
|Feeling great at Mile 1.|
|No so great at mile 13.|
|This is my happy face. Sort-of.|
|Is that a woman's jacket you're wearing?|
“Yes”…for crying out loud. That is all I want!
|& great friends.|