2012 Triathlon

I did it! ...and I beat my time from 2008 by 17 minutes!

Final results:

2012:
Overall: 1 hour 43 minutes
Swim .25 mile: 9 minutes 43 seconds
Transition 1: 4 minutes 5 seconds
Bike 15 miles: 53 minutes 47 seconds
Transition 2: 1 minute 38 seconds
Run 3 miles: 34 minutes 17 seconds

2008:
Overall: 2 hours 0 minutes
Swim .25 mile: 17 minutes 16 seconds
Transition 1: 4 minutes 59 seconds
Bike 15 miles: 1 hour 2 minutes
Transition 2: 2 minutes 57 seconds
Run 3 miles: 32 minutes 36 seconds


Click here to read about 2008.

I'm not sure how she thought she was going to swim in that, but...

They write your age on the back of your leg.

I have to say, seeing people's ages on the backs of their legs is kind of a blessing and a curse. As you pass them, or they pass you...all you can do is look at their age and either congratulate yourself or beat yourself up. If somebody who was older than me passed me I was like, "aw HAIL no". But if a younger person passed me, I was OK with it.


This is what you get when you ask Summer to take photos for you:

Thank goodness I beat the 10-year-old.

...and the best part?

THE MEDAL IS A BEER OPENER!!!

A big thanks to my best bud Summer of HoboSiren for getting up super early, taking photos and cheering. It was great to see your face along the course, Ma.

"Toughen Up"

Last night I went on my first training ride with my MS150 team. (Accepting donations for MS research here.) We biked 25 miles! I met a new friend named Laura and we rode together and got to talking about how expensive it can be to get into biking and running. Suddenly you need all this gear. Take, for example, padded butt biking shorts. I'm one of the few that has the good sense to cover up that shame with my famous pajama pants, but I wear the padded butt shorts underneath. Anyway, mine are actually "tri shorts", which means I bought them for a triathlon I did a few years back and they aren't as maxi padded as bike shorts, to make drying easier. Think mini pad. I was telling her all of this, and how I refuse to pony up the $50+ it's going to take to get the extra maxi padded butt shorts.

At that EXACT moment in time, we crossed paths with a man who had no legs, and was laying down on one of those cool bikes that is powered by a hand crank. I guess I was staring at him in sheer awe and pride as I told her all about my butt padding, and at the moment of contact as we rode by this man, and I was looking right at him, I concluded my story by saying, and I quote: 

"So, I guess now it's 'toughen up, old friend'", referring of course to my crotch.

I cringed when I realized what had just happened and how all this poor brave awesome athletic disabled man probably heard me say as we whizzed by each other was, 

"Toughen up, Old Friend."

"Not you, Sir! My crotch! I was telling my CROTCH to toughen up!"