Teams of 1, 2 and 3 are allowed. Teams of two must alternate doing entire tris, while teams of three can switch between each event.
SR and I were a team of two. Our support crew consisted of The Lorax and Step-Daughter.
We set up our tent, like most other teams, in Pattison State Park.
This is the second year the event has been in existence, and it's catching on. There were about twice as many participants this year.
SR went first, as he is obviously the faster of the two of us. He seemed really happy with his improvement on the swim. And, as expected, he kicked booty on the bike and the run.
He was so mad that this was the only picture I took of him.
But if he was mad at me for being a slow wife, he didn't let on.
Here I am getting some advice before the swim.
"When you get in the water, pretend you are a metallic wrapper," says The Lorax.
It was only about 50 degrees that morning, so I was dreading entering the water. But once I got moving, it was beautiful. The water was still and warm. And I loved my goggles. They are mirrored, so in the muddy water, I could see my google eyes reflected back at me. Scary but cool.
Here I am forgetting to start removing my wet suit as I run out of the water. Let's just say transitions aren't my forte.
I learned the hard way that one cannot do well in the bike portion of a tri with the biking ability of an 11 year old boy. Yes, I have strength and enthusiasm, but no skill. Men and women alike sped by me. I lamented not having a tri bar like pretty much everyone else and lamented being so light (for the first time in my life). But in the end, what could I do but smile, pedal away and get as aerodynamic as possible? It's 7 miles out and 7 miles back down a straight, flat country highway (with, thankfully, a generous shoulder).
There were lots of smiles and well-wishes from other bikers on the route. People were really having fun. At the bike turn around, one guy came up behind me and said "Hey, nice job... and by the way, you have a nice body!" Ha! What could I do but say thanks? Only at an endurance sporting event could a guy get away with that.
Finally I reached the end of the bike and on to the 3.1 mile trail run.
It was such a beautiful trail! I was in heaven.
We passed off The Bois as our reverse baton and thus the event continued.
In my off time, I played with Step-Daughter, fed and changed The Bois and ate as much as seemed safe for the tummy. I also got to meet a lot of the triathletes and their families.
There was a downpour and then a rainbow that lasted less than one minute.
Step-daughter and I have become even closer now that we know she'll be moving permanently to Denmark with us starting next summer. Shortly after the rainbow, we got mother-daughter massages.
SR came in from the last triathlon 10 hours and 22 minutes after the start and we just barely lost to a team we'd been slowly catching up on since the beginning. We spent a while getting to know them after the finish, which was great fun.
We all, including step-daughter, would love to do it again next year. Sadly, there are certain things we'll be giving up by moving to Denmark.
But what is life about if not putting on your sea legs and finding new adventures?
Running song of the day was played at the Tri and, apparently, SR and I were both singing along loudly to it at different places in the park...
"I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls