The mom would later tell me that she had to scream my name several times before I actually heard her. I had to remind her that, 1. I had in an ear plug and 2. I was busy being extremely impressed that I actually survived the swim! KB was with mom and looked to be pretty pleased with my swim. (She was jumping up and down yelling good things!) The mom informed me that CK and co were father up the beach. I trudged through the sand and just before I got to the transition area I heard my name a second time. I knew it was CK, but I was extremely confused when I looked over to see only my sister and my nephew. As I looked around I heard “down here”, there was my BFF, kneeling down with my 4 year old niece at the gate. Regardless of what was to come, the day was worth it to see that little girl standing there smiling at me.
I made my way though transition to my bike. I started by fighting my way out of my wet suit as quickly as I could, but I had told myself that I would not rush through transition, I would take the time to do what I needed, things like trying to get all the sand off my feet before putting my socks and shoes on. There are those that chose not to wear socks, but I find it uncomfortable. I also took time to hydrate and grab an uncrustable (little PB&J sandwiches with nu crust) I walked the bike out of transition to the “mount line” (the designated area where you are allowed to get one your bike.) T1 time: 8:36