Always Tri Again

author : boneyard
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So there we were. My husband and myself, lined up at the start line of the My First Triathlon in Harrison Mills, B.C. I was so excited to get in the water and start.

Fast forward to the swim. What the heck was this about? I couldn’t see anything, I could barely get a breath, and panic was starting to mount. My expected swim time was NOT going to happen. Swimming in a pool was far different than this mess. I dragged myself out of the water, got my bearings and headed to my bike. As biking is not my strong point, I was a little nervous, but I felt the training would take over. Unfortunately, mechanics failed me and my tire blew about halfway through the bike portion. I threw in the towel and went to cheer for my husband.

Fast forward 4 weeks. There I was again, lined up at the UBC aquatic centre in Vancouver. No, a flat would not scare me off doing (and finishing) my first sprint tri! “OK,” I thought, ”Keep calm, just swim and focus.” Roughly halfway through, it hit me–I was trying this again and it felt GREAT. I had forgotten how much I love to swim. I even passed someone in the pool—wow! I jumped out and thought, “OK, first portion done.” No panicking, no floating debris and wood chips this time. Just good ole chlorinated clear water. Gotta like that.

During transition I tried to be fast, but everything was just so sticky. I jumped on the bike and went. “Don't think about tires!” I said to myself. The bike course consisted of 3 loops of a 6k course. Very smooth and beautiful surroundings. With the first loop done, I waved to my husband. With the second loop done, I waved again and yelled out, "No flat yet, hahah!" Halfway through the third loop I felt that damn tire. I kept looking down, and saw it going, going, going. But no way was I stopping. I pulled my butt up and just went hard. I thought, “I will drive this bike into the ground if I have to.” I came around the last stretch, and yelled to my husband, "FLAT TIRE!”

In transition, I all but threw my bike onto the ground, whipped the helmet off, and went. I thought, “Wait , did I leave my legs on the bike?” It took a good 2k to get the feel of the run. Then it hit me—I was only 3k away from being a (sprint) triathlete. I kept going, then I saw the finish. I decided to sprint. Final time: 1:32

 

It felt awesome. I am officially hooked.

 

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date: October 30, 2005

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