I did my first Olympic triathlon! After a bunch of sprints, I was ready to take on something new--and so was my dad. We train and compete in triathlons together; we are a 24/7 father-daughter team!
Oh, and here's the catch: this was the day after my school's prom! Since I sacrificed my junior prom (not as important as senior prom anyway), I was motivated to do the absolute best I could.
After I watched my dad start in the 3rd swim wave, I hung around for over hour with my mom and waited for my own wave to start (my wave was the 2nd to last wave, right before the relays; I just LOVE starting late so I can get stuck in the heat).
An hour and a few more trips to the bathroom later, I was ready for my swim start. The water didn't feel too cold, but by the time my full body was in the water my teeth were chattering. I had a long sleeve wetsuit, but I get cold easily! Overall, the swim was the same as usual, kind of annoying in the beginning but okay once I got my rhythm going. (time- 26:57)
The transition was pretty slow; I had a hard time getting my wetsuit off. (time- 3:41)
The bike was awesome!! I put everything I had into the bike because I knew my run would be difficult no matter what. I always enjoy the bike leg of the tri; it's by far my favorite thing to practice. After I got off of 108 and began working my way up one of the first hills, I was surprised to see my dad on his way back to the park. Actually, scratch that. It was nice to HEAR my dad; he was zooming down a hill, but since he saw me coming up on the other side of the road, he yelled out "HANNNAAAAAAAAA!!!!" His yell stayed around and echoed for a while. Seeing my dad going so fast on the bike made more motivated to go as fast as I could. (time- 1:28:48)
Transition two went smoothly, but it was surprisingly slow. (time- 1:52)
The run was brutal. I had some very dark moments in the neighborhood. I had to stop at every drink station to get some Gatorade because my right quad kept cramping. Also, my stomach hurt a lot; it wasn't exactly cramping, it was more like there was something in my stomach eating my insides. It was just freaky and painful and it made me even more miserable. The only thing that kept me moving was the thought, "I'm two-thirds of the way done this tri. Don't finish with any regrets." The most frustrating part of the run was that my pace was too slow; I had the cardio strength to go faster, but my legs just refused to move. (time- 1:05:00)
All in all, it was a very successful race. I was very lucky; my best effort in this race got me first place in my age group! I feel so grateful to have completed my first Olympic distance triathlon; I could never have done it without the support of my parents and friends! :)