Thursday, January 14
Monday, July 13
CAPITAL OF TEXAS TRIATHLON
Now that the anticipation has worn all the way off, I present you with: My Race Report!
Monday, May 25 I awoke before dawn to prepare myself for the big race. It seemed like I should be ready… right? I mean, the Rookie Tri wasn’t so bad, how bad was the big race going to be? I ate organic peanut butter and jelly on a sprouted wheat bun, drank some Emergen-C Health and Energy Water, had a shot of espresso and was ready to go. I arrived at the race site before the sun was up and met up under the TNT tent with my team.
While I tried to convince myself I wasn’t nervous, I went to get marked with my number on my thighs and arms, and got my spf-70 sun block in place. Although I didn’t feel jittery-nervous…the day before the race my stomach had been giving me some problems, and things had only gotten worse.
By the time I had my wetsuit on I was squeezing’ my cheeks together tight enough to make diamonds in an attempt to avoid filling up my suit with nastiness, and the truth was pretty much unavoidable: I was nervous. Hell, I was scared... and I can’t tell you what a relief it was to finally get into the water! 
Once the whistle blew and the swimming began, the sense of relief I felt… well I can’t describe it really. The nerves just dropped away. I no longer felt a need to vacate my digestive track. It just felt good to be swimming. Sure there was an initial mess of hands and feet as the women in my age group found their swimming pace and place in the pack, but it wasn’t too bad.
I finished that first part of the triathlon, just under a mile of swimming, in roughly 45 minutes. I had plenty of energy left, no nerves, and was feeling great. As volunteers helped me move from swimming to running on dry ground, I heard the announcer call out my name over the loudspeaker. That’s right folks… I’m a famous tri-athlete now!
In transition, I stripped off my wetsuit, put my bike helmet on, and it was on to the bike portion of the race. Four laps in downtown Austin. 25 miles. The first two laps went well, though the one hill on the course was steeper than I wanted it to be. By lap three the shammy in my bike shorts felt non-existant. Then I dropped my luna bar. I still had some gels to eat… but not that many. By the fourth lap, I caught myself thinking about taking a nap while riding, and wishing for a pillow to sit on. I was out of energy, and the running portion of the race was yet to go.
While I knew I was tired, I didn’t realize quite how tired I was until I changed into my running jersey and headed out for the last 6 miles of the race… on foot. As I was walking the first portion, I passed my coach.
“You know what feels good?” I shouted.
“What?” He inquired.
“Walking!” I chirped, as my coach smiled (in what I’m hoping was an amused expression). He banged a cowbell loudly to cheer me onward as I shuffled past.
Monday, May 25 I awoke before dawn to prepare myself for the big race. It seemed like I should be ready… right? I mean, the Rookie Tri wasn’t so bad, how bad was the big race going to be? I ate organic peanut butter and jelly on a sprouted wheat bun, drank some Emergen-C Health and Energy Water, had a shot of espresso and was ready to go. I arrived at the race site before the sun was up and met up under the TNT tent with my team.While I tried to convince myself I wasn’t nervous, I went to get marked with my number on my thighs and arms, and got my spf-70 sun block in place. Although I didn’t feel jittery-nervous…the day before the race my stomach had been giving me some problems, and things had only gotten worse.
By the time I had my wetsuit on I was squeezing’ my cheeks together tight enough to make diamonds in an attempt to avoid filling up my suit with nastiness, and the truth was pretty much unavoidable: I was nervous. Hell, I was scared... and I can’t tell you what a relief it was to finally get into the water! 
Once the whistle blew and the swimming began, the sense of relief I felt… well I can’t describe it really. The nerves just dropped away. I no longer felt a need to vacate my digestive track. It just felt good to be swimming. Sure there was an initial mess of hands and feet as the women in my age group found their swimming pace and place in the pack, but it wasn’t too bad.
I finished that first part of the triathlon, just under a mile of swimming, in roughly 45 minutes. I had plenty of energy left, no nerves, and was feeling great. As volunteers helped me move from swimming to running on dry ground, I heard the announcer call out my name over the loudspeaker. That’s right folks… I’m a famous tri-athlete now!
In transition, I stripped off my wetsuit, put my bike helmet on, and it was on to the bike portion of the race. Four laps in downtown Austin. 25 miles. The first two laps went well, though the one hill on the course was steeper than I wanted it to be. By lap three the shammy in my bike shorts felt non-existant. Then I dropped my luna bar. I still had some gels to eat… but not that many. By the fourth lap, I caught myself thinking about taking a nap while riding, and wishing for a pillow to sit on. I was out of energy, and the running portion of the race was yet to go.
While I knew I was tired, I didn’t realize quite how tired I was until I changed into my running jersey and headed out for the last 6 miles of the race… on foot. As I was walking the first portion, I passed my coach.
“You know what feels good?” I shouted.
“What?” He inquired.
“Walking!” I chirped, as my coach smiled (in what I’m hoping was an amused expression). He banged a cowbell loudly to cheer me onward as I shuffled past.
Friday, June 26
...and two become one
I'm devoting some energy this morning to combining the entries of my two blogs into this one blog right here.
I promise a full race report from triathlon day will be next. I don't want to spoil the end... but I didn't keel over.
No promises on the date... BUT RACE REPORT IS COMING.
much love,
Aden
I promise a full race report from triathlon day will be next. I don't want to spoil the end... but I didn't keel over.
No promises on the date... BUT RACE REPORT IS COMING.
much love,
Aden
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