For me, the Swimming portion is all about survival. Literally. Surviving...not drowning.

Swim faster, smoother and breath easier. Invest in a Tri-top and not a cycling top. It felt like a parachute filled with sand.

Vomit. This transition time was the WORST! I completely forgot where I placed everything. No order. It was as if I hired a 2 year old to set up my transition area and then told him if he really made it difficult, then I would reward him with Ring Pops and gummy bears.

Not hire the 2 year old.

Made up some time on the bike. Probably would have been better if I could have removed my parachute I like to call a fat ass! Biking is my strong suit...but not like a custom fitted suit from italy, but more like a tuxedo t-shirt.

Become more aerodynamic...aka drop about 20.

Better than T1, but when you pass your transition area 2 TIMES...it's going to make for a long run. Once again, the imaginary 2 year old screwed me by placing my stuff with no identifiable markers. Thanks little buddy.

Stop trying to run in cleats. I looked like a ballerina in tights prancing through the transition area. Kill me.

Run was brutal. My knees felt like Forrest Gumps..WITH the braces. I wanted to just be done at this point. Everytime someone would cheer, I would flip them off in my head...but still smile.

Run more....I guess.

Laying down, eating bananas, and coming close to vomitting at the taste of that Vitamin Water.


LB's. I need to drop about 20...then I won't feel like I'm carrying a small child on my back.


It was good to be out doing something on the weekend besides drinking beer and beating the kids....not mine, my brothers. I enjoyed the people I met. Even if they didn't talk back to me during conversation. Seriously though, it was fun, and I'm looking forward to the Texas Man.