Boom. Just like that.
Months of training plans. Hours of driving.
Totally worth it.
I'm in a cafe right now, stealing their wifi and eating both breakfasts I ordered (which confused the face off the waiter).
My eyes might be bigger than my stomach, but I don't care. FOOD.
-I need to work on my swimming. I passed a handful of people the bike, and a shitton of people on the run. The swim? I passed zero people in my wave. So, swimming is my weakest part. I think I need some actual hands on swim training. If I do another tri again.
-The whole time I just wanted it to be over. It took me half the bike ride to catch my breath. I passed one guy on the bike, and he said to me "at least you're breathing hard as you pass me." Ha!
-The run felt impossible. I felt like my legs were turning into clay gollum legs. Speeding up felt impossible. But, everyone looked like they were running in slow motion. Only two people passed me on the run, and I passed dozens of people. That felt good.
-It rained for part of the run. "Rain has never fucking felt this good," I muttered to myself.
-Unless the finish line clock was way off, I beat my goal time. Well, "goal time." My coach gave me a "you'll probably finish around this time." number and I clung to it. I was worried, with how difficult everything felt, that I was going to have some awful time. I don't know. Lots of worries. All the time. So, that was nice.
The stretch down to the finish line:
I'm looking forward to seeing my splits, and the official pictures. I don't know when to expect them. Right now I'm focused on eating as much as humanly possibly, and then lying down for a few hours. It's not even 10am. DAMN.