Steve & Andie at dinner. I offered to pay, but cowered under Steve's "not in my town". |
During the drive, instead of focusing on the race, I couldn't stop thinking about all the people who got up that morning and commuted to work not knowing it was their last day. They had an opening ceremony on the beach just before the swim start that was very moving and the weather couldn't have been better. Not a breath of wind, the sun was rising through unobstucted skies, and the view across the Hudson River was breathtaking. I don't remember much of the swim as my thoughts brought me back to 9/11/01. Might explain why I went off course a few times. I snapped back to reality as I approached the shore and ran 50 yards to the best portion of the course...the wetsuit strippers. Yes, volunteers that grab your wetsuit and whip it off like a pit crew changing a set of tires.
That's not me. Just giving you a mental image. |
Nonetheless, I made it to transition (dammit), and rode the nearly 57 mile very hilly bike portion. Man, do I suck riding up hills. Felt like my bike weighed 300lbs. As I came into T2 I started to get pissed off knowing that my race plan only included running 2 miles because of the ankle injury. I managed to run 4 miles with a really nice triathlete training for her first full IM (Audra Sichler) that helped me stop even though I contemplated running through the pain. Thanks, again, Audra.
I was really disappointed but nothing compared to the damage my ego took as I walked the 4 mi back along what I called "the triathlete's walk of shame". I did find comic relief in the people lining the streets as they shouted "you can do it!" and "you're almost there!". Many others were walking too, but it was because they were toasted. Ironically, other than my ankle, I felt like I could've run all day.
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