So we took off, and I felt fairly comfortable for the entire 100 miles.A BIG, MEAN dog, and one that was just allowed to run loose and harass bikers and runners.She went over the handle bars and ended up with a terrible case of road rash, but thankfully no broken bones.Let training be training, and let racing be all out, , fight, scrape and claw your way to the beat everyone you possibly can.So we got there, I got body marked and set up transition, chatted with my peeps, was successful in the potty-a-potty, listened to the prerace instructions, which included penalties for littering, and I was off in the 2nd wave.My legs felt surprisingly well, and I ran the first 2.T-1 went okay, although I felt somewhat slow and clumsy getting out of there.It is deceptively challenging, but it is loads of fun.I hammered the flats, hammered the downhill, and hammered the rollers, trying to pass as many people as I could, and I managed to reel in quite a few.My Dad was out there on his motorcycle, and Holly was riding with him snapping pics and yelling for us.About a mile from the turnaround, I decided it was time for a Hammer Gel – the chocolate one in my back pocket.
It was difficult to open, but I finally got the top ripped back enough, even though it looked like a mess.I just successfully squeezed this open, chocolate, turd-brown Hammer Gel at my face and there is nothing in my mouth.So I look down and find out why – both legs look like I have tried to run a marathon after eating at Krystal for the pre-race meal.Brown gu running the down the sides of both of them.So I raise my hand up and wipe it across my cheek and find out where the rest of the brown gu is.My first thought is to sling this gel packet as far as I can sling it and try to get this mess off of me without losing too much time.My second thought is that of the officials warning that if you litter on the course and get caught, you will penalized.I got over it, finally, and hammered back to transition as hard as I could go.
I successfully got my feet out of my shoes on the final stretch, but for some reason I failed to throw my leg over as I stopped my bike.I took little steps, high cadence, and let my heart rate settle in for the run.I went out for the first little loopty-loop and saw Tim kicking butt.I high-fived Holly, and kept going towards the out and back on the runway.My legs were getting tired, and I was pushing as hard as I could push.I looked over my shoulder, and knew immediately who it was., with Charles digging deep to fight him off at the end.from the running club took away 1st AG, and Rebecca M.Tim, Lee, Tracy, Michele, Eric, Me, TonyAfter helping out with the clean up some, I got back on my bike sizing and took off for 40 more miles – out the race course to 41-A, then onto Rutlege Falls and into Manchester.Michele had already left to go home, but my Dad decided to be my riding partner on his.I ended up with 75 miles biking and 5 miles running, and a first place overall award.thanks for ridig up there with me and keeping me spinnning vs mashing.He should now become official Bigun IM training coach.A wife,mother, and a child of God, who has been blessed countless times beyond what I deserve..
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