I went into this race with a goal of 2hrs. Last year I was at 2:18. The previous year I got my ass kicked on the swim and spent a year swim training and biking. Well the swim again kicked my ass. I thought I was going to drown numerous times and ended up with a swim time that was 595 overall. Ugh. Please help. I finally clawed my way out of the water to the joy of my mind found my breath, spit and coughed the rest of the water out of my body and saw my bike. It had never looked so lovely. For some reason, I simply panic in the water even though I practice and practice. I spent probably 30 hrs in the water and forgot how to breathe, move my arms and legs.
Once I saw the transition area, found my bike stuff, got ready to ride, things got progressively better. I had a 2 minute transition which put me at 124 overall for the first transition and then rode at a 17.8 pace. Last year I was at 15.6. This put me at 56 minutes when I got off the bike which was glorious. I found how to ride and put my heart into it.
I knew that when I hit the transition for number 2 I had 2 minutes to spare in order to run at a 30 minute 3.4 mile time and flew off the bike and into my shoes. I left everything else and just ran. With a transition of 1 minute and ten seconds or 84th overall, I hit the run and put up a 28:10 run or 198 overall. This was the glory moment. As I was coming near the finish, I thought I would make the 2hr mark. Then I realized that my dad was yelling at me to run faster (like it was some easy thing to do) and I could break the 2hr mark by 2 minutes. I sprinted what was left in my legs and finished at 1:57.56. I was overjoyed with emotions and success.
It put me at 249 overall and 36 in my age group. Or the group of death as I call it.