About 100 yards from the start, I got kicked HARD in the face. the persons foot then went up my face and pulled my goggles off. I wear contacts, so I had to stop, pull the goggles back on and go again, I never got back into a smooth stroke. I was able to breathe bi-laterally the whole time though. I did not feel out of breath getting out.

Not much other than not eat anyones feet.

My rack was the last rack, so I had a long way to go. We had a narrow space to get through to get to our rack, only enough space for ONE person. There were two guys that were walking to their racks, so I was stuck behind them. To make it worse, not one, but two jackasses put bikes in the walk way, I had to step over the bikes and the stuff. When I saw Bonnie was already in T1 (we were in the same wave), I knew just how bad my swim was. I used her as my rabbit to get out of transition.

My actual T1 was pretty quick, but the long way from the swim out to the bike start took almost 2 mins. If I had signed up as an AG'r my rack would have been near the front. I made this same mistake last year.

This route was within 2 blocks of my house and is part of my regular Saturday morning ride route. I had home field advantage. I was able to keep a good strong pace. My highest speed was 27 mph.

I will never, ever have another Cliff Gel Mocha (aka poop) flavor again! Not only did it taste disgusting, but the poop spilled all over my hand too....YUK!!!!

Long run to my rack. I was quick to change and go, but then had the long run out of transition too.

See T1.

I just could not find it in me to get to that point where the suffering starts. I just did not feel like going any faster. I think it was self pitty for having such a crappy swim.

Run faster.

I got 2 waters, one to drink, the other for my head. I went to the finish line to wait for Bonnie.


A crappy swim, the lots of negative thoughts for the rest of the race.


I started this race with the plan to place in my AG. I had my garmin on and had the pace alerts set for what I judged was a winning pace. After the kick during the swim, I just never mentally recovered.
This was just not my day.
This was my last sprint this season and I really wanted to end it with a bang, I don't even feel like it popped.
Oh well, on to Ironstar training.