OK! So now you all know how much of a terrible burden you guys are for 1 hour every two weeks to the comunity, GO! I start swimming. Last T race I went out WAY too hard the first 100 yards and blew myself up and had a bad race. I decided I was just going to take it easy this time. I did. I got on some guys feet who was wearing a wetsuit for the whopping 400 yard 86 degree swim and settled in. I realize I am quite a bit off to the left. Thats ok. I kind of mosey my way over to the lead pack. I settle in behind some other chick. I feel good. Im not tired. BAM! Wetsuit dude hits me in the side of the face then punches me in the back. WTF! I kick him in the crotch hard and he dissapears like a death eater in front of dumbledore. Asshole! We round the bouy. I see the piranah feeding frenzy and decide to swim underneath them, which actually ends up begin faster. I hang out underwater with the Lake T monster, I surface. I come up and my buddy Johnny is right next to me. WHAT UP BUDDY! He is fast. I get on his feet. I hang with him for 175 yards and then I coast in to shore thinking where TF did those stupid shells come from. I run out of the water and have the most lightning fast transition of my life.

nothing. perfect swim.

I run out of the water. Me and Johnny's bike are right next to each other. He ran out ofd the water 10 seconds infront of me. Shoes, glasses, helmet, bike, I'm off! Johnny was still putting his shoes on when I ran out of T1. I jump on my bike and start hammering.

nothing, race is going perfect so far.

I averaged 22.3 mph. Why do I still get passed on the bike like its my job? If my career was getting passed by people on the bike I would Mother F'en president. So i get passed by a couple people, if you didn't pick that up already. I drop my chain. I pick it up with the derailler, thanks for the tip Johnny! Coast gaurd passes me. What kind of bike was that, it looks like he stole it from a 12 yeard old. I was just passed by a coast guard thief on a 12 year old girls bike. WTF. ok. I am almost finished with the bike already when I hear Mark come up behind me. "I finally caught you after that 2:20 lead you got on me from the swim." Oh shit. I look down and hammer. I manage to keep him in my sights and start to ease up and coast and prepare my legs for the run. I go to go around the cones and into the finishing chute when some old dude passes me on the left and cuts me off! He takes out two cones and almost wipes out. I hope that extra 3 seconds you gained by passing me with 100 yards left on the bike really helps you out, and thanks for risking my life in the process... douche bag.

I don't know. I want to be faster.

I get off the bike and thank the kind douche bag for almost killing me. I run past him. Bike down. socks, kicks, I'm off.

Nothing, transitions were good today.

I start running. I feel good. I look up and see mark heading into the woods. Insert f word here. He has 10 seconds on me at least. He is being pursued by four other people. I pass the four people on the trail and I see Mark making the turn onto the street. I decide to make my move. I pass him on the inside of the stop sign and almost twist my ankle in the process. Mark looks a little red and he says he is blowing up from hammering on the bike. I don't believe him and I kick it into overdrive. I pass a couple people like usual and it hurts liek usual. My tummy burns like crazy just like my legs. Climb, decend, repeat. I am running with one mile to go. I hate this part for some reason. I look behind me. No one Thank god. I definitely was not wanting an all out sprint to the finish. I come running down the chute and get an excellent welcome from the BT crowd and my parents. I look at the clock 58:08. Awesome.

Nothing.

Heres your chip. Theres my kicks. I plop in the lake, pee, wade away from it, chill, walkover to my parents and BT crowd and chat it up.


Nothing. This was a good rce for me.