First one in the books!

Hi there, longtime lurker here! Just completed my first Tri on Saturday, since I wrote it up and submitted it for the contest going on, I thought I'd share with everyone as well!....

I remember my first triathlon like it was yesterday. Actually, it was two days ago. It has been a bucket list item for me for years. Every time I started a new workout routine (or tried to) it has been geared towards completing a sprint tri. Three years ago I even registered for a local race, but chickened out the night before.
Thanks to a recent career move, around the start of the New Year, I started training in hopes of doing a late summer triathlon. The setbacks I’ve encountered in the last eight months include but are not limited to: pulling a hamstring in softball, being without transportation because of a car accident, and rolling my ankle….dancing…to Vanilla Ice. It seemed like I was stuck in a cycle of really focusing on preparing for a triathlon, then something bad would happen and it would all fall apart for a few weeks, and the whole cycle would repeat itself.
Around the beginning of July I had strung together a couple weeks of good workouts and thought maybe I will do that sprint tri the second weekend in September (the only I bailed on three years ago).
Then my fiancée informed me that we have to go to a wedding that day.
This past Friday I was planning a couple really long (by my standards) workouts for the weekend. My fiancée was heading out of town for a bachelorette party and I was at work googling races I might be able to do now that the one I had originally planned on wasn’t going to work out.
That’s when I came across the Lewisburg (PA) Sprint Triathlon. It was a pool swim, which calmed a lot of my fears, and it was the next day! Without time to overthink it, I requested a couple vacation hours to leave work early, grabbed my tent, air mattress, and bicycle, and headed out on the four hour drive down to PA.
I awoke the next morning at 3am. The campsite was dark and quiet, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I had no cell service at the camp site, but I knew the race might be cancelled due to thunderstorms. I packed up my gear and drove down into civilization. I pulled over to check my phone, it was looking iffy at best.
By the time I got to the race site, the weather had calmed down quite a bit. I arrived at the registration area and signed up. Dropped my stuff of the transition area. I looked for friendly faces whom I could ask questions, since I had nothing to do but wander around and be nervous. The biggest epiphany was wearing my running shorts under my swim trunks (no tri suit quite yet) to avoid a scandalous T1.
Before I knew it I was trying to talk to the person next to me in line when the official told me I should get in the water, my swim started in 5 seconds. Oops. The next 1:59: 51.1 was a frantic, exhausting, terrifying, joy. If forced to guess, I would have thought the bike would have been my best sport (it was my worst), and swimming my worst (it was my best). I wasn’t necessarily prepared for the race, and finished damn near last, but it was a blast and I can’t wait to do my next one!