Hear me now: I AM A TRIATHLETE!!
OK, I know *technically* I’ve done a triathlon before, but that race was nothing compared to yesterday’s Iron Girl (Columbia MD). While probably not nearly as painful, yesterday was certainly equally if not more challenging as my first marathon, and I absolutely felt more pride than I’ve ever felt at a race as I crossed that finish line.
I feel like I’m always saying “this will be my longest blog post ever”, but really, this WILL be my longest blog post to date, so, you’ve been warned.
Saturday consisted of driving to Columbia, going to the expo (met Sarah Reinersten, she was so nice!) getting my bike inspected and racked, the Team Fight lunch, and sleep. Somewhere in there Holly gave me the layout of the land, and I got to eyeball exactly how long that swim would be!
I waited a few seconds for everyone to move forward…and they didn’t. It felt like minutes before I could actually swim. And then, it seemed all of the people ahead of me were swimming at a snails pace. I took a few strokes and landed right on top of someone. The water was so dark and murky you couldn’t even see your finger tips ahead of you, never mind another swimmer. I looked up and was smack in the middle of the pack. What the heck. I am not a good swimmer, why was everyone taking so long to go? That brief second of pausing to think caused me to be run over by a few more swimmers. But I had no where to go.