|Every now and again, the construction crews in the neighborhood like to keep me guessing which bike to use.|
Because my run's been struggling, I was fortunate enough to be blessed with a stomach bug the night before the race, shedding any excess weight a mere 4 hours before race start, including all the food I'd eaten the day before that was unable to digest. I knew this was a fool-proof strategy that would surely pay off.
I was fueled off half a banana, Pepto Bismol, and some ginger ale. I'm hoping Pepto Bismol will pick me up for sponsorship after this, as they're really missing out on a key market in endurance sports. I skillfully and strategically ripped a couple extra holes in my wetsuit when I put it on for the first time this season getting ready for the race. As we got in the water shortly before the start, I was happy to watch a number of people slowly creeping up well past the established start line because they most likely were entitled to swim a couple meters shorter than everybody else because they were special. After all, it really helped them to be in the lead group of swimmers for the first 12 meters before getting dropped. It was probably quite the experience, and I'm sure next time they'll be able to hold on the other 738. Running up the beach and onto the trail, I did, however, find one triathlete who was less in the zone than most others, because he was actually nice enough to help me out when my zipper of the wetsuit got snagged on my suit. It was my plan all along really to throw off the other athlete's concentration to not properly zip my wetsuit. Fortunately for me XTERRAists are weaker of the mind and more willing to help their fellow man than are the roadie types, so my plan worked.
|Mom's had 4 years to practice getting this very shot at this very venue with an iPhone. She's gotten pretty good.|
A good, noble gentleman from Long Island whom I knew from prior races, Anthony Snoble, caught up to me, or rather, our paths crossed in time, and we continued to ride together much of the rest of the way, occasionally being thoroughly confused by athletes who must have appeared through some sort of wormhole out on the course as indicated by the broken-down caution tape.
|Shameless wheel-sucking going through to start the second lap|
Since reflecting on my race, I can only imagine how incredible my race would have been had I been even more sick. After all, if I ran that well while only a little sick, just think of the possibilities!
|Behind somebody, but for once because I'm catching him rather than just got passed!|
|At this point I was thoroughly singing Tom Petty as alluded to in a previous post, hallucination-type music video and all.|
For some other photos better than some iPhone photos from my beloved cheering section, check out Tina Hoffman's Facebook gallery.