Woke up at 3:30 AM to drive down to DC. As I was getting into the car I saw someone who was channel surfing. I could tell it would be a long day.
Everything went like clockwork. Got to transition an hour before was set up in a few minutes and was ready to go. I was the 23rd swim wave and started an hour after everyone else.
Not quite sure what happened, but when I jumped into the water I somehow cut my knee on something. It ripped through my wetsuit and gashed my knee. The water was apparently cold, but all I could feel is how bad my knee hurt. I made the decision that I wouldn’t kick with my left foot and finish the swim and see how I felt after the swim.
The swim was rough, we were sighting into the sun and there were too many people on the course. I ended up out of the water much slower than I anticipated. 27:36 for the swim.
I spent half of T1 figuring out if I should really keep racing. My knee still hurt, but it wasn’t making me limp—it just hurt. I figured riding the bike wouldn’t hurt it any more. T1: 5:06
The bike was really rough the wind was blowing into my knee and it was outright painful. I decided that I would get my knee looked at when/if I started the run. The bike was flat and relatively uneventful. 1:25:00 for the bike.
I figured I would atleast try the first mile of the run, and if it hurt too bad I would walk back. T2: 417
As soon as I started the run I got into a great cadence and shortened my stride. It was slow and uneventful RUN 1:04:15
I guess I earned my stripes on this race. I also learned that I enjoy the smaller races just as much as the bigger ones.
17 Days to Osprey