The course was challenging, there were a great many hills and I openly admit I need to work on hills, but I wasn’t overly happy with my performance on the bike. I consider the bike to be my strongest of the three disciplines, I reminded myself of goals #2 & #5, finish and have fun. Once I stopped caring about my pace I started to have fun again.
On an especially burial hill I saw a young lady walking her bike back down the hill. I asked if she was ok and she said her chain had slipped off and she didn’t know how to fix it. I stopped in a driveway and showed her how to fix it if it happened again. She was so thankful; she thought her day was over as it is against the rules for anyone outside the race to help you. I was glad I could help her and this is all in the spirit of triathlon, I cannot tell you how many people passed me with words of encouragement, several of the Olympic distance men flew by me going uphill, but so many looked back to say “good job” or “don’t quit”. I had a great conversation with a lady who had a bike helmet that looked
like a watermelon. She said if she had to wear a helmet she going to wear the funniest one she could find.
I finally headed back towards the transition area and just like on the way out, you cannot ride back into transition, you must get off your bike at the “dismount line”, I hoped off and now know why they call a bike/run workout a “brick” your legs do NOT work right! And I only did 14 miles! After a few steps my legs figured out how to function again and I was done. 1:12:32
I re-racked my bike and started getting all my stuff pulled together. The sun had come out and it had wormed up and was a beautiful day. I wasn’t sure how much time I had before MK would be headed into transition, but I figured I was good to put my bike on the Jeep and get something to eat. They also have an electronic timing system that has almost immediate results. I wondered over and put in my number and got my official results.
There were two things I noticed as being odd on my results. One, it said I was 40. I will turn 40 this year, but according to my mother and my birth certificate this will not happen until December, lets not shove me off that cliff any sooner than necessary! The second thing was a little more concerning; it said my official place in my division was 1! Wait, what?! As I stood there starring at this little piece of paper a young man working the
event asked me if everything was ok, I handed him the piece of paper and asked him what the "place in division" meant. He smiled and said that meant I had won the division. I started at him like he was explaining advanced physics. He handed the paper back to me and told me congratulation. There had to be some kind of mistake, how could I possibly win, then it dawned on me. I smiled politely back at the young man and said “clearly I was the only one in the division” he smiled back and said no, he wasn’t sure how many there were but I wasn’t the only one.
I went over to the awards tent and got my medal. As a wondered around grinning like an idiot I thought how cool this whole day was and it wasn’t over just yet. MK rolled in a little while later to make her transition to the run; she still had a 10k to do. As she was getting her running shoes on I told her I had won my division, I think she was happier than I was. She took off for her run and I found a warm comfy spot to sit down…in my Jeep!
MK crossed the finish line a short time later and the great day continued, she won 2nd place in her division!! We would find out later that she did that with a broken front derailleur on her bike!! It was a truly amazing day!
If I wasn’t hooked on triathlon before, I am now! I can’t wait to do it again!!