Today was the day of my first Triathalon. I’d been looking forward to this for a couple of months. I rode over 100 miles, I ran a ton, I swam a couple of hours. Going into it, I figured that if I could get through the 1/2 mile swim portion, I’d be okay; I could finish the biking and running just fine. How right I was.
We went to bed early last night. And woke up at about 4:30. Right on time. Before we left, I made some coffee:
When we arrived at the park, I got my bike into the transition area and got it all set up.
Then I did all my stretching:
And got into my swim cap:
And got into the water (64 degrees):
And at 6:56 am, the airhorn went off and I started swimming at the back of the pack. And after about 100 feet, I switched to a back stroke…And then I realized how right I was about the lynch pin being on the swim leg. Let’s just get to it:
That’s right. I didn’t finish. But I’m not upset about it. I am frustrated with myself, yeah, because I didn’t apply myself enough. I didn’t train enough for the swimming portion. And I should have. And Anna encouraged me to. But I didn’t.
But I’m not giving up. I’ll start training for another triathalon and will finish one.
My biggest lesson from all of this? Failing at something does not make one a faulire.