This was my 1st tri 2 years ago... I was much improved last year, and was hoping to be even faster this year. Someone suggested to me that hey, I AM a year older and at "that age," but thanks to my new role model, Ruth, I figure maybe there's hope for me yet.
Pre-race ...best part was being in the last wave and having absolutely no lines for as many trips to the portapotties as I wanted. Thank you CTA!
Swim: 23:08....I guess it's an improvement over last year's 22:06, considering my Garmin told me I swam .72 instead of .62 miles, which sounds about right since I took the looong (aka WRONG) way around a stupid orange buoy that wasn't where I thought it should be. Blonds don't age gracefully.
T1: 3:48 ... believe it or not, an improvement for me. I think I am truly incapable of moving faster through T1.
Bike: 1:10:44... disappointing to not be any faster on my new bike & since I'm presumably healthier than last year... looking forward to a bike fit in July, and a saddle that doesn't cause the sensation of flames erupting thru the 1/4 inch bed of aquafor in my shorts. Another plus of being in the last wave was the smug satisfaction of being able to pass some guys from earlier waves.
T2: 1:19 ... also lightening fast for me, and the one kick-butt PR of my day
ShuffleJog: 42:07..I wonder if a lobotomy or a taser or something could help to get me moving more better faster after biking, bc this was also slower than last year but my run base is double that of what it was a year ago! Maybe the fact that I really don't like running yet is contributory?? At any rate, I was glad I'd asked for ice since it seemed to be hiding at the first water stop, and was also pleased to discover that I could fit 4 half-filled cups of ice in my bra (there are upsides to Athena sized). Whatever was left went into my shorts, and I loved how the ice knew just where I'd been scorched on the bike, as it followed that trail on the way out of my pants legs. The last mile of the run didn't suck too badly, and I didn't walk much thanks to the 2 other big girls who'd intermittently get ahead, and then behind me .... I mean, it's one thing to know I'm slow, and another to LET them get past me. One of those witches had the temerity to try to pass me in the finish chute, but I smoked past her with blazing slug-like speed and left her behind me when I crossed the mats. I clearly remembered Vigo at my 1st pre-race talk saying you should NEVER let anyone pass you at the finish.
LOVED seeing Aimee back on her bike, and never catching up to Kimberly Mitchell. Kudos to all the other newbies who finished, too. Very cool to see some of the handcycles still on the course as I meandered down 108, and as always I was grateful for the cheers, razzing, and squirtgun blasts on/around gatorade hill.