This race is so short and
So close to my home
I should not have to get up
Very early
I shouldn’t eat
The same amount
As I do when I’m riding
A century
But I like peanut butter
And banana sandwiches
And they’re called a
“Skinny Elvis”
So I eat
And get on my feet
Then roll down to transition
On a dark Sunday morning
My town is bustling
People are everywhere
But this time it’s not
To get drunk
(At least not yet)
No stumbling drunkards
Allowed in transition
I rack my bike
Then go out for a stealth loop
of the course
When I get back
Girls are crowding my rack
Even though I stuck a fake flower
And my wetsuit to hold my space
This not gonna work! I say
So they move their bikes an inch
The other way
Now I’ll have to beat them
To get my space back
Out of transition!
The race director yells
So much for a warm up run
I didn’t want to do it anyway
So I’m not too upset.
My plan: drink a Red Bull
To get my heart rate up without moving
I wander over to the beach
My wave doesn’t leave
For almost an hour after the
First one
Coachancé will be done
Before I get in
So I’ll have a sweet cheer squad
Yeah for me!
I spot a friend
And we chat
I cheer for coachancé as he tears up the water
I watch for my coworker
Whom I trained
Smiles and waves
On his way up the sand
I guess I should get in
So the water’s not a shock
And when the gun goes off
I don’t go bezerk
A 30 second warm up swim
And I’m ready to go
I line up with the other girls
They are sweet
And excited to be there
This is fun, I think to myself
Community events are cool
its fun to see
the town come out
for a tri
Off the gun goes
I’m on my toes
Diving through wave after wave
A few girls are ahead of me
But nobody can handle my
Trusty steed, Pinky
So I’m not to worried at all
Out of transition, I’m first on the bike
I begin to fly
Lots of people on the road
It’s quite overloaded
“Coming up on your left”
becomes the phrase of the day
I took my shoes off while on the bike
And was quite proud of this feat
No more clankety clank through transition
I’m all quiet on my socked feet
I take off on the run
This is so much fun!
I’ve run here several times before
It kind of hurts
But I have hurt worse
And I want to win
So I try
Through the finish line I go
No big fanfare
There were too many waves to know
Who’d be the female winner there
So home I go to shower
Grabbing my flower
Off of my transition
I have a lot of space now
The other girls are nowhere to be seen
I shouldn’t have been so mean!
Oh well, now I’m clean
Coachancé kicked butt
So it’s time to collect his reward
But what’s this I see
The female winner is me!?
Freaking sweet!
I am filled with ecstasy!
There is no reward
For the overall winners
Which is a little sad
But my 10 seconds on the podium
Is quite enough
For a moment of personal glory
No formal coaching
No nutritionists
No fancy bike fits
No heart rate training
Just guts
Determination
A positive attitude
A lot of chocolate cake
Magazine reading
And a desire to have fun
And now I’m a triathlon champion!
Woo hoo!
Happy Training!
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