1st picture - me, Brooke, Julie and Christie
2nd picture - Brooke, me, Julie, Rachel and Christie.
The race - The Admirals Cup sprint tri-athalon
400 yard ocean swim, 12 mile bike ride, 3.2 mile run.
Our fabulous friend Julie did this sprint tri-athalon 2 years ago and this year she managed to convince the rest of us to join her in the endeavour. A little crazy perhaps? I have been pondering this for a while as we have spent countless hours in the pool, running, biking and doing bike rides immediately followed by a run. Our last training was Wed night when we biked 10 miles and ran 3, crazy but prepared, or so I thought.... as a swimmer I wasn't too worried about the swim portion, I can swim a mile without too much problem but as we began the race I realised how naive I actually was. The swim was about the hardest thing I have ever done, in short it sucked! My friend Brooke describes more eloquently than I, check out her thoughts here. I biked, riding around Balboa I thought I was mediocre but there I was biking along on my trusty mountain bike being passed by countless riders on their super duper fancy bikes. Then the run, my motto for the run was slow and steady and slow and steady I went but it seemed like the course just looped and looped and went on forever. About 2/3 through the run I met up with Christie and Brooke and I am a much slower runner but these two amazing women (both of whom have 3 children each including a baby under 9 months) decided to hang back for me so we could cross the finish line together, they got me through the last leg of the race and as we came to the finish line it no longer mattered whether we were 1st, last, the time it took no longer mattered it was that we had finished, we had made it and believe you me it was not as easy as it seemed.