It's a little intimidating standing up at the start line with all those racing elites. Heard one very foul mouthed girl talking about getting smacked around at the start of some other race and how brutal it was. Wonder if that was for my benefit. No worries, I am here to have fun. Surveyed the competition, they all look just like me...two arms, legs, one head, two eyes...etc. The were doing all sorts of "stretches" so I played along while waiting for the gun to go off. Off it went and so did the pack. About 50 yards out down goes the foul mouth girl and the guy next to her. Up she gets along with lots of choice words to say such as "I'm fr*cking bleeding". No cause for worry, she took off like a bat outa hell. I told myself I was going to run as fast as I could for the entire 2 miles cuz hey, it's only two miles. That's not gonna kill me, right? Was passed by only 3 people...that I can remember, way cool and passed one, even cooler. Peggy was out on the course shouting inspriration and waving the DTFU sign. Very fun. Saw Jim on the way in to run in...cuz he wasn't going to be starting for another 20 minutes or so.

Absolutely nothing. This is by far my best two mile time since high school.

Maybe I would've started in Jim's wave so I could keep an eye on him, but more on that later...

Yeah, only 46 seconds cuz I actually had to take a drink of water before I put my helmet on..oh and catch my breath...and bike out was at the opposite end. I almost went up the middle of the aisle instead of near the fence to the actual exit, so that cost me a few seconds as well. I planned to use my roadie so I wouldn't have to change my shoes. Guess it worked.

Nothing.
Rank 1

Once again we see that this is NOT my strong suit. I guess it doesn't help that I haven't been on my bike since Camp Whitcomb Mason. Made a mistake at one of the first hills and didn't drop to the SCR. Had to stand to climb it and I still felt like I was going to fall over. Had to do the weave to get up the last few yards. Thank goodness no one was around to tick off. I didn't have my Cateye on this bike so I had no idea how fast I was going or the actual distance of the race for that matter. Apparently it doesn't matter cuz I biked at the same pace I always do, whether it's hilly or not. Not sure what's that's all about. Some would say I need to do more hills...yeah well. My main goal for this portion of the race was to NOT let DJ catch me. I knew his speediness was starting in I think the last wave, but he was soooo capable of it.....

Take my tri bike maybe. Although time doesn't show it would've made a difference, but my back wouldn't be sore today and that nagging pull/knot feeling on my inner right leg wouldn't be there.

Run out was right next to my bike but had to run to opposite side from bike in to get there.

Nothing
Rank 1

Okay, so I lost my legs somewhere on the bike and my feet felt like I had rocks under the balls of them...hmmm, that sounded funny. Could hear Clint in the back of my head to just lift the knees to get the legs going, so that's what I did. About half a mile heard a "come on donkey". Aw crap speedy DJ caughty me. Thought it would be cool if I could hang with him for 10 seconds, but that wasn't going to happen. Didn't care how I was breathing, tried to keep some form and pushed the red line to the finish. Saw Peggy again on the way to the finish, thanks to her for cheering me on. Tried to give a smile and victory arms to one of the photogs. Ran to the finish Cross Country style. Was hoping the uneven terrain would help my feet push off to a quicker finish, alas that was a no go. Still extremely happy with sub 8's for those last two jello miles.

Run faster:)
Turns out Jim kicked my arse on this one. Wonder if I could've hung with him on the bike had I known where he was.....hmmmmmmmmmm

Gatorade and water. Walked around to chat with peeps from my subdivision and DJ with crew. Grabbed some grub and headed out to meet up with Peggy to cheer the others on. Great to see Pam, Stacey, Nic and her friend finish strong. Waited around for results, found out they didn't have me racing Athena...which didn't matter in the end cuz I didn't place top three. Waited some more for awards. Waited some more to see if they'd call out names for door prizes. Ha, someone told me earlier that I could just take something from that goody table cuz they were just getting rid of it. My guilty conscious was releaved when the R/D said if I didn't call your name, come on up and grab some stuff. The loot I took home covered my already discounted race price. Got 120 enduralyte pack, bottle of Hammer Gel, a new '08 Oshkosh tshirt for Clint since his was trashed from yardwork, and some utter cream....no comments please.


Inability to push bike pedals.


Had a blast with the donk's. I thought I should get home so Clint could get his twelve miler in. Peer pressure won out. Was gonna stop at a local haunt, but DJ was leading and that was not a wise choice. He ended up taking us all out to 94 and then to Delafield. Had I known that, I would've taken control. Pulled into Perkins...well, if I am going to stop for a bloody mary it's not going to be from Perkins. So, I said the Delafield Brewhaus....or what I thought it was. So, I led the pack across the road to the wrong parking lot. I knew you could see it from the highway, so where the hell was it. Pam says "you mean waterstreet brewery right there" and points across the parking lot. So, we ended up there, had an awesome bloody served by ken, I mean tom, or is it Tim. Gave him a hard time and it would've been soooo easy to sit there all day and laugh my ass off with the donks. Pulled the plug at one and left with a fake trip to make everyone laugh. Yah, I'm a comedian.