I liked the swim. I was happy with the waves. Every now and then when I took a breath a wave would come over me and I took in some water. I had to stop for a little bit because a guy who was in the wave ahead of me was screaming for help and there were no lifeguards near him. I got the attention of the lifeguard who was busy talking to someone else and then continued on my way.

This transition was different because the run from the beach to the transition area followed a small narrow path for part of it and people ahead of me were walking. I wasn't going to knock them out of the way to get through. So for a small part of this I walked when I would have liked to run but I wasn't going to be an ass about it.

They had a dismount area so you have to stop dismount and run into transition with the bike. Not too much of a pain, I just wish my rack was closer to the dismount area.

The run. What a screw up on my part. My right knee was ever so slightly sore at the beginning of the run. So I decided to take it easy. During the first mile I walk a little bit to make sure it loosens up or something. It did but by that point I had mentally defeated myself for the run. I didn't push myself until the last mile and I should have pushed myself during the whole thing. I'll know better for next time.