
A Personal Experience on running a triathlon from a friend of mine..
> The Day After......
>
> Looking back, what an experience. It was like it was yesterday. Oh it was.
>
> 5am - waking up. Eating some breakfast. What did the book say, Enough for
> energy but not enough to make you sick...what the @#!# is that? A wheat peanut
> butter sandwich, two cups of coffee and a protein bar later, I find my self
> loading into the Van. I have it all. Speedo, swim cap, goggles, shoes water
> bottles, energy gel. Perfect. I have everything.....well unless I get a flat.
> Oh shit, no tube, I forgot. Off to walmart. Find a tube, and back on my way.
> Parking Downtown, no prob, find a good spot, throw on backpack, jump on bike, on
> my way.
>
> Pre-race prep. set up the bike, get out towel, lay everything out ready for
> that quick transition. Lots of people walking around in speedo's, but keeping
> the shorts on. 10 minutes to go, everything ready. Gotta leave area and make
> way to swim. Better pee first. Ahhhhhhh that felt good. Back to transition
> area, take off shirt and shorts. Speeeeedo. Oh s%^*$, I have a big pee spot.
> Walk to swim with cap over piss spot.
>
> Looking at all these swimmers. I can almost hear their thoughts....stay calm,
> stay focused, push it but stay within yourself, good technique, In my mind I am
> thinking, "don't die, don't die". I spot a fat woman, I know I can beat her.
> stay close to that and build your confidence.
>
> Time to swim, men under 35 in water. wait they are all jumping in. well that
> is ok, I get to swim with the old guys and the women. Ok, there is my fat girl.
> That group leaves, ok, all women in the water. Shit, I am hurting now. Women
> leave, and there goes big mama. Ok I will beat some of these old men. Ok I am
> in the water, horn goes off. I am already last. Crap. Stay calm just swim.
> As most of the crowd goes out of site I see a couple of the first group hanging
> on the side. Losers. I can do this. 9 long minutes later I come out of the
> water, feeling winded but happy to be alive. Hurry get your bike. Well hurry
> is a strong word. Put on my shoes get on my helmet take a drink of water and
> off I go. With the staggered start I am 116th out of 120 to get on bike. Gotta
> catch up. Off I go.
>
> Ok make it through the first hill and you get a nice downhill break, around this
> corner is a big hill....wow, 20 people walking with bikes up hill. Low gear
> power up and start passing. Hey what is that up there, thats big mama. Here I
> go, cya big mama as I catch and pass her. Over the top, time for a break. Get
> me a drink. Here comes some fast guys on the left, they have some nice bikes.
> They are pedaling hard, that one looks good, and she....wait that is big
> mama...hold up. I gotta get going. Here I go down the hill, up a hill, bye big
> mama, down the hill, big mama gotta alot of momentum coming. Alright gotta put
> some distance between me and this group of 30. Shift down and go. 30 minutes
> later I am passing the bengals stadium, passing an occasional woman, tired old
> guy, and otherwise unattractive fat kid.
>
> Time to run. Put the bike away, get a drink, oh shit, my water all spilled out.
> No time, gotta go. Start to run, what is that, someone is crossing the finish
> line. Holy crap, no worries only 3 more miles. Legs feel suprisingly good.
> Nice and easy. 1/2 mile in a couple passes me...no worries, they are runners,
> another guy, and then a girl. Don't stop, keep running, but then the thought
> hits me. Where is big mama. Not quite to the turnaround I start to feel it.
> Not sure if it was a strange sixth sense, or the earth moving from the shear
> weight and forces that she placed upon the earth. Making the turn I saw it.
> Dressed in Gold with tight black running pants....Big Mama was on the move. I
> gotta go. Push that pace a little bit keep it going...keep it going. only 1.5
> miles and then it happened. I could hear her breath, the smell of sweat being
> released from places that haven't seen the light in years. Ok let her go, but
> stay close. NO way she can last. Last mile Big mama still in sight. One big
> climb up the bridge, across and back. that is it. Big Mama hits the hill 100
> yrds ahead, not paying attention to the weight limit, I fear for my life. Being
> on the same bridge as this woman. The runners coming the other way have the
> look of death. One guy encourages me, say keep it going buddy, you are almost
> there. I tell him to F@#$ off. Doesn't he know I am dying and getting beat by
> the blob. I am now pushing it, harder and harder.....or am I. Big mama is
> opening up. she is pulling away. Across the bridge, to the turnaround. 500M
> to go. I start to run faster. All down hill from here. I still have her in my
> sites. My mind drifts back 6 weeks earlier.....sure Lawler, I'll do a triathlon, but
> after I get back from my golf trip of drinking for 4 straight days. The endless
> training, except for the week I was in Italy. The no drinking except the last
> week while I was in Toronto....It has all culminated into this last 500 meters
> and now it was time to shine...by the way, I wonder where she got those big
> tights. I didn't know the made them that big. I wonder if she made them from
> someone's old parachute?...oh wait, I wasn't paying attention, I am almost done.
> Where is the hefty ho, the big bitch, the fat feline???? OH my god, she must
> of finished....it was then I saw people scrambling. The free food stand for the
> racers was under assault. big mama was extracting her revenge. It was a race
> against time, could I finish and still find a morsel of food left after she
> devoured what was rightfully mine, across the finish line, the announcement of
> Barry Beagle from Union Ky, but I didn't hear a thing. This was personal, I
> wanted a sub sandwich and my nemesis was standing in the way. She turned, with
> two subs in her hand, and a pickle hanging from the corner of her lower lip, she
> saw the look in my eye. It was then I knew that I had accomplished my goal, As
> Big mama backed down, and I claimed my sub, half banana and 1/3 cup of Gatorade,
> I knew that I was now officially a triathelete..
>
> 1hr 35min 36seconds............
>
> Looking back, what an experience. It was like it was yesterday. Oh it was.
>
> 5am - waking up. Eating some breakfast. What did the book say, Enough for
> energy but not enough to make you sick...what the @#!# is that? A wheat peanut
> butter sandwich, two cups of coffee and a protein bar later, I find my self
> loading into the Van. I have it all. Speedo, swim cap, goggles, shoes water
> bottles, energy gel. Perfect. I have everything.....well unless I get a flat.
> Oh shit, no tube, I forgot. Off to walmart. Find a tube, and back on my way.
> Parking Downtown, no prob, find a good spot, throw on backpack, jump on bike, on
> my way.
>
> Pre-race prep. set up the bike, get out towel, lay everything out ready for
> that quick transition. Lots of people walking around in speedo's, but keeping
> the shorts on. 10 minutes to go, everything ready. Gotta leave area and make
> way to swim. Better pee first. Ahhhhhhh that felt good. Back to transition
> area, take off shirt and shorts. Speeeeedo. Oh s%^*$, I have a big pee spot.
> Walk to swim with cap over piss spot.
>
> Looking at all these swimmers. I can almost hear their thoughts....stay calm,
> stay focused, push it but stay within yourself, good technique, In my mind I am
> thinking, "don't die, don't die". I spot a fat woman, I know I can beat her.
> stay close to that and build your confidence.
>
> Time to swim, men under 35 in water. wait they are all jumping in. well that
> is ok, I get to swim with the old guys and the women. Ok, there is my fat girl.
> That group leaves, ok, all women in the water. Shit, I am hurting now. Women
> leave, and there goes big mama. Ok I will beat some of these old men. Ok I am
> in the water, horn goes off. I am already last. Crap. Stay calm just swim.
> As most of the crowd goes out of site I see a couple of the first group hanging
> on the side. Losers. I can do this. 9 long minutes later I come out of the
> water, feeling winded but happy to be alive. Hurry get your bike. Well hurry
> is a strong word. Put on my shoes get on my helmet take a drink of water and
> off I go. With the staggered start I am 116th out of 120 to get on bike. Gotta
> catch up. Off I go.
>
> Ok make it through the first hill and you get a nice downhill break, around this
> corner is a big hill....wow, 20 people walking with bikes up hill. Low gear
> power up and start passing. Hey what is that up there, thats big mama. Here I
> go, cya big mama as I catch and pass her. Over the top, time for a break. Get
> me a drink. Here comes some fast guys on the left, they have some nice bikes.
> They are pedaling hard, that one looks good, and she....wait that is big
> mama...hold up. I gotta get going. Here I go down the hill, up a hill, bye big
> mama, down the hill, big mama gotta alot of momentum coming. Alright gotta put
> some distance between me and this group of 30. Shift down and go. 30 minutes
> later I am passing the bengals stadium, passing an occasional woman, tired old
> guy, and otherwise unattractive fat kid.
>
> Time to run. Put the bike away, get a drink, oh shit, my water all spilled out.
> No time, gotta go. Start to run, what is that, someone is crossing the finish
> line. Holy crap, no worries only 3 more miles. Legs feel suprisingly good.
> Nice and easy. 1/2 mile in a couple passes me...no worries, they are runners,
> another guy, and then a girl. Don't stop, keep running, but then the thought
> hits me. Where is big mama. Not quite to the turnaround I start to feel it.
> Not sure if it was a strange sixth sense, or the earth moving from the shear
> weight and forces that she placed upon the earth. Making the turn I saw it.
> Dressed in Gold with tight black running pants....Big Mama was on the move. I
> gotta go. Push that pace a little bit keep it going...keep it going. only 1.5
> miles and then it happened. I could hear her breath, the smell of sweat being
> released from places that haven't seen the light in years. Ok let her go, but
> stay close. NO way she can last. Last mile Big mama still in sight. One big
> climb up the bridge, across and back. that is it. Big Mama hits the hill 100
> yrds ahead, not paying attention to the weight limit, I fear for my life. Being
> on the same bridge as this woman. The runners coming the other way have the
> look of death. One guy encourages me, say keep it going buddy, you are almost
> there. I tell him to F@#$ off. Doesn't he know I am dying and getting beat by
> the blob. I am now pushing it, harder and harder.....or am I. Big mama is
> opening up. she is pulling away. Across the bridge, to the turnaround. 500M
> to go. I start to run faster. All down hill from here. I still have her in my
> sites. My mind drifts back 6 weeks earlier.....sure Lawler, I'll do a triathlon, but
> after I get back from my golf trip of drinking for 4 straight days. The endless
> training, except for the week I was in Italy. The no drinking except the last
> week while I was in Toronto....It has all culminated into this last 500 meters
> and now it was time to shine...by the way, I wonder where she got those big
> tights. I didn't know the made them that big. I wonder if she made them from
> someone's old parachute?...oh wait, I wasn't paying attention, I am almost done.
> Where is the hefty ho, the big bitch, the fat feline???? OH my god, she must
> of finished....it was then I saw people scrambling. The free food stand for the
> racers was under assault. big mama was extracting her revenge. It was a race
> against time, could I finish and still find a morsel of food left after she
> devoured what was rightfully mine, across the finish line, the announcement of
> Barry Beagle from Union Ky, but I didn't hear a thing. This was personal, I
> wanted a sub sandwich and my nemesis was standing in the way. She turned, with
> two subs in her hand, and a pickle hanging from the corner of her lower lip, she
> saw the look in my eye. It was then I knew that I had accomplished my goal, As
> Big mama backed down, and I claimed my sub, half banana and 1/3 cup of Gatorade,
> I knew that I was now officially a triathelete..
>
> 1hr 35min 36seconds............


















