Doesn't the bible say something about it being a sin to get up and head to an athletic event before the sun has risen? There I was, driving to the Aurora Reservoir with everything I'd need to (hopefully) survive the day--swim gear, bike gear, running gear...and my mom, who was kind enough to fly in for the weekend to witness this momentous occasion.
I felt a bit like the new girl in school who had just moved into town a day earlier as I awkwardly got my bike and gear out of the car and made my way to the transition area, pretending like I did this sort of thing all the time. It would have been much more fun to have a friend doing the tri as well (no guilt intended, Summer!), but I couldn't rally any troops.
Triathlon times are broken down into the following categories: swim, transition #1, bike, transition #2, and run. In the interest of full disclosure, I'll include my times for the race. Don't judge; it was my first race!
Official Swim Time: 12:46, which I thought was surprisingly slow until I learned that it also included the time getting out of the wetsuit and crossing the line into the transition area.
Official Transition #1 Time: 1:02. Not bad for finding my bike amongst a sea of bikes, gulping down some coconut water and a bite of Luna bar, applying sunscreen, putting on my bike shoes and helmet, and heading out the gate.
I had the good fortune to borrow my friend's husband's bike for the past 6 weeks, and my training consisted of riding 6-8 miles at a time through City Park and the leafy streets of Park Hill. Well, you can imagine my surprise during the 12-mile bike race when I found myself approaching a decent-sized hill. And then another. And then another one, and this one seems....massive. My only thought as I trudged up the 'hill' (the word 'Alp' is more fitting; I saw two people walking their bikes up) was that it was going to be awfully fun zooming down this thing. There were certainly lots of people on fancy tri bikes with their disc wheels passing me, but I really enjoyed myself.
Side note: I Googled 'tri bike disc wheels' to see if that's really what these high-tech wheels are called, and I saw that the price for ONE WHEEL is between $1034 and $2074. You'd think for that amount of money you'd also get you a magic potion to transport you and your bike up the hill in a flash, or at the very least a sturdy sherpa.
Official Bike Time: 46:38. For some reason I have no idea how to figure out my average speed...
Official Transition #2 Time: 2:10. This includes getting my bike back to the rack, removing helmet and bike shoes, and putting on socks and running shoes, and heading out for the run.
It was hot, but the breeze saved me for sure. My goal was to not walk at all, and I only allowed myself to walk a teensy bit as I navigated the turnaround at the halfway point. At that point, a girl passed me and offered some kind words of encouragement, which invigorated me enough to start running again.
I was happy and relieved when the end, including my cheering family, was in sight. Kenyon ran up and held my hand so we could cross the finish line together, and my other two boys were so proud, saying I was the best person in the world. It felt great to share the occasion with my mom, my husband, and my three favorite boys.
Official Run Time: 30:18, with a pace of 9:46. That was much better than I had expected, considering the fact that I didn't feel swift at all.
Official Standings: Final time of 1:32:54. 19th out of 38 in my age group (30-34 year old women) and 246th out of 434 men and women.
While I don't think I'll be getting those disc wheels anytime soon, I will definitely compete in a sprint triathlon again--my next race recap will be from Australia. And when we're back in Denver, I'll be recruiting a bunch of friends to do the tri with me--you ladies know who you are and you have two years to become good swimmers!