We parked in our assigned spot, and I made it to the transition area. I stood there looking really stupid and perplexed until Tri Buddy came running up. She’s not a hugger, she’s more Type A - and that is exactly what I needed at that time. She pointed to where I should set up. Each participant gets a numbered box (for the front tire of the bike) and a little space for your bag. She had me put my gloves & sunglasses in my helmet, and hook it over my handlebars. Next she had me get my running shoes out and put them under my bike, with the socks inside. A towel went on top of that, and then my fuel. Having her march me through each step was a life saver. My stomach started to calm down.
Then came time to suit up. I tugged the wetsuit halfway into place when a photographer comes up. I flat out told her “If you take my picture I will kill you.” She promised to just take one from the waist up... Getting to the water was not much fun - you have to walk
on bare feet in the cold across gravel that trucks are usually driving boats across. I ran into Vanessa’s husband there, and my old coach Neil (there for the Olympic distance). That helped my nerves a bit. Then it was time for the men to get in the water - under 40’s first, then the rest. Then it was our turn - all the women. It was cold, but not more than I anticipated. I felt okay and my numb hands warmed up after a few minutes. What I didn’t anticipate was how much the lake’s wake/waves would push me around. I couldn’t see under water at all, and coming up for air was tricky because the waves would break near my face and I’d end up with a mouth/nose full of water. I eventually settled for an elegant combination of dog paddle and back stroke. It was slow, but steady and I only took 32 minutes to complete the swim portion (longer than just about everyone else but hey).
After the ride segment I was faster in getting ready to go run, although I got turned around and didn’t head out the right gate, so I had to go back and go through the “Run Start” gate for the time chip to activate. Oh well. The run was an out and back in the opposite direction, mostly up for the “out” and then blissfully down for the back to the finish. I passed a ton of people on this segment, as by this time it was down to the slower group of age-groupers. The plus side was that I got to watch the leading Olympic triathletes head out on their 10k run segment. Wow, talk about athletes!
The run ended up a tiny hill into a grassy area where they called out my name. No one I knew was around, but that was okay. A volunteer took off my timing chip and gave me a medal, so now I have that going for me. I found my husband and we packed up all the gear and headed back to Calistoga for a well earned beer & Reuben sandwich. Victory was mine.
Let this blog be a cautionary tale - if your friends try dragging you into something that sounds crazy and is way outside of your comfort zone, go along with it. You might just find that you can complete something you never thought possible.