Yes I did it, I actually did a Triathlon. I decided to do one back in May when I had enough of being fat. Well I'm still am fat, just not as. For those of you who don't know there are several different levels of triathlon, a Sprint, Olympic, Ironman 70.3, and a full Ironman. With it being my first triathlon I decided to go for the shortest race and that was the Sprint. This race was the Jordanelle Triathlon , a 750 meter swim (in the Jordanelle Reservoir), a 12.5 mile bike ride and then followed up with a 5K run. I had been training for awhile and even followed a training schedule pretty religiously. I even bought my self a nifty triathlon two piece suit, borrowed my father-in-law's road bike (did you know Panasonic made road bikes? Yeah me neither!), and drove my wife up the walls with talk of the upcoming event. I think she was more excited for it to come than I was, just so it would be over.
Anyway, the day of the race came and we got up at 6 am to make it up there in time. Nikki stayed at her grandma's house that night and morning and it was a good thing because there was not a lot of stuff for kids to do there. We made good time on our way up there and made it up in about 45 minutes. We parked the car and I road my bike in while Kara took the shuttle with my bag. We met at the bus stop right inside Rock Cliff state park and we both walked to the transition area where I set up my stuff. At this point this is where I felt a little less than professional, but I was expecting it. People were there with all types of crazy equipment like bikes from Trek, Cannondale, Pinarello, Cervelo etc.
I also realized that the 12 pounds I lost was not enough to help me "blend in" with the crowd. These guys seriously had like 2% body fat compared to my 25 % (rough estimation, real BMI is probably higher). Anyway I set up my transition area and got ready for the swim. I had decided not to get a wetsuit due to the fact that wetsuits cost a minimum of $200 for the cheap ones and renting one is like $40 for the weekend. So I opted to just use my tri shorts and hopefully make up time by not having to strip off my wet suit after the swim. I think I was one out of about five people not wearing a wetsuit compared to the 250 other people who were. Oh, and wetsuits help you float too, just to let you know.
So the first wave of triathletes go. This was the men in the Olympic distance (Olympic is twice as long as the Sprint). Then the Olympic women. Then it was time for the Sprint men - that's me. I get in the water and boy am I wishing I had a wetsuit. Cold! But before you know it I got acclimated to the temperature (meaning my body went numb) and it's time for us to start. The horn goes off and, me being stupid like I am, started at the front and am suddenly pretty much run over by all the other swimmers behind me. (Note to self, start in the back next time until you know what you are doing.) So after my swim trampling I start to get into a pretty good cadence with my swim strokes and I lift my head to sight, thinking I must be pretty close to the buoy already (we swim in a triangle with three buoys as landmarks.) My heart sank, the buoy was so farther off than I imagined. I looked back and saw that I had only gone approximately 50 yards. This as going to be tough. But I didn't quit. I did flip on my back and do a lot of backstroke during the swim. At one point one of the life boats came up to me and asked if I was OK. I assured him I was and made some excuse of needing to reposition my goggles and that was the reason for my half drowning and panicked swim. All-in-all I got done with the swim in about 22 minutes.
Yes that is me getting beat by a girl who started five minutes after me. She wasn't the first, and she most certainly wasn't the last.This was the calm before the storm. I'm the idiot close to the front without a wetsuit, talking and having a good time.