Wow. The wind was nuts! The small lake felt like a storm in the Bering Sea! Choppiest swim for me to date. Everything was going well until I rounded the turnaround buoy. The sun was in my eyes and my goggles started fogging heavily and I started sighting the wrong buoy. I probably added 150-200m to the swim. Very disappointed. I was basically guessing where the swim finish was and couldn't see it until I was almost on top of it.

Trust my gut that something was not right. I should have stopped and pulled off my goggles to sight the correct buoy. I would have lost much less time. I also should have re-spit in my goggles right before the start because too much time had passed between the first spit (warmup) and the start gun.

Despite my sucko swim, I still managed to catch some of the slower people from the wave ahead of me and I got stuck in a bit of walking traffic on the narrow steps leading into transition. Not my best time for sure.

Nothing short of push slow people out of my way - but that would be mean.

With my disc cover on, the very strong winds were a challenge. On the east/west legs I was hit with nasty crosswinds and on the southbound leg I was charging into a pretty mean head wind. The northbound leg, however, had me going like a missile. Pretty happy with my pace considering the conditions.

Sacrifice a goat to the wind gods before the race. I heard that works.

Unfortunately, the wind had blown my race hat and number belt away and I had to search the racks nearby to find them. Luckily, they weren't too far away and I was off to the run.

At this point, I knew the triathlon gods were not on my side today so I was going to just try to pick up the pieces and salvage what I could of this race.

The wind was really starting to blow now! We're talking steady 25-30mph! I gritted my teeth, pulled my hat down, and charged head-on into the obnoxious bitch that was the rest of this race. I was only able to pull of 7:45'/miles and that would have to be good enough.

I don't think one goat would be enough. The wind gods were pissed.

Pizza and water. I walked around waiting for my wife to come down the finish chute and cheered her on.


The large volume of air that, for some reason, was unhappy with its current location over Lake Pflugerville and decided it needed to be in Canada as quickly as possible.


I came all the way from Las Vegas to get away from the perpetual violent winds. That worked out well. All of my times are based on my stopwatch and not the official chip times. The timing company in Pflugerville really Pfuc&ed up and was only able to post Pfinishing times. I was really looking Pforwards to this race but was disappointed in the end. Oh well, at least the bar was set low for my first sprint tri. They can't all be Pflawless. My next one is sure to be better.