This past weekend Paul and I participated in the, Daybreak Triathalon-Sprint.
First, let me say....it was a "favor," to myself...and Paul.
(more of that to come on another post)
Second, was I ever so glad there were NO reality camaras hanging around.
We were both pretty excited!
Paul had not trained AT ALL.
I--am always kind of training.
We first were tagged.
Arms and legs numbered and stamped.
I also hit a local running shop to rent a wetsuit.
He asked my height and weight (I am NOT telling you).
Then gave me the coordinating suit.
A LARGE!
A LARGE, people!!!
I then said, "Oh, you're hurting my ego!"
He smiled and nodded and said it was perfect.
When I took it home to show Paul, he died with laughter.
Said to take it back and get a smaller size, unless I wanted to drown.
So after "tagging" I quickly ran to the shop.
They gave me a Medium...and said it was perfect.
(Even though I thought a "small" would be better---yes I am competative.)
That morning, I realized Lauren had lost my goggles.
I used a kids set.
At the start, my friend and I were one of the last four swimmers to enter the water, because of our age!
(SO unfair, let the 19 year olds start last...more to pass.)
While hanging onto the edge of the dock at the lake, my wet suit started to fill up like a balloon!!
A sure sign that your wet suit is TOO BIG!
Ballooning, ballooning, ballooning.
Then as I put my head in the FREEZING water....my Kid Goggles filled up with mossy water.
After a brief, stop at the nearest resue kayaker....I was off again!
Only to find those mossy floaties, swirling my eyeball.
I turned over and did the entire swim on my back.
I was third from last...out of the water.
As a drag myelf out of the water, I see three paramedics on the side line.
They cheer, "Yeh, nice job! Go!"
(You know the pity cheer.)
and then...."Hey, guys wasn't that our stroke patient last month?"
Yep, it was me.
Yep, it was me.
Onto the ride transition.
Ripping off my not-tight-enough wet suit.
I traded for a tri/biking shirt with a built in bra.
Shown here.
I had a little trouble getting in on my wet body and a lady on the sides ended up helping me.
It felt a little strange, but I was in a hurry.
I smashed the bike ride.
I hit the run fast....Stopping to walk with Paul for about 5 minutes...and continuing on.
Missing the finish line, and turning back around to get there!
Upon finishing, the guy from the running shop was there front and center.
You know the one that gave me the LARGE wet suit?
Smiling and shaking my hand.
(In hind site....he was really smirking).
I go get food.
I meet friends from the gym.
I chit chat with clients from school.
I load up my things.
I stand in a crowd.
I stand in a crowd.
I watch Paul pass the finish line....
The first thing he does is flip something on my chest.
A rubber band, tight something.
"What's this?"
Well, apparently, ladies on the sidelines can help you get your shirt pulled down.....but NOT the built in bra!
I had seen everyone and my dog!!!!!
This is what it should REALLY look like!
Heaven help me!
The good news is that we finished.
The better news, is that funny things are starting to happend to me again.
(And if you knew me several years ago.....this kind of event was "normal.")
It's good to feel "normal" again!!!!
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