It's Over

Do you remember a few weeks ago when I said I was really busy but couldn't say why? I posted about it here. Well the truth is I was training for the triathlon but didn't want to talk about it in case I wimped out and didn't finish. Getting up at 6 am on summer mornings to train really wasn't that fun.

After 3 months of running, biking and swimming until I wanted to scream, the big day finally came. This past Saturday I felt every one of my 45 years. The good news, I finished. The bad news, everyone and their grandmother seemed to pass me. And there may have been some bad language involved during the run. I also want to apologize to anyone who may have seen me during the second half of the run: I had to roll up my tank top and let my white flabby stomach get some air. No one should have to see that, but desperate times call for desperate measures. At least I had the sense of mind to roll it back down before the finish line.

I wasn't trying to break any records which was a good thing since my time was not great. I knew I was in trouble when I lined up on the beach with the other swimmers in my age group and realized I was the only one not in an official Speedo swimsuit. I stood out in my black tankini and polka dot bottoms. Shouldn't I get points for individuality? Anyone can be firm, fit and tan in a blue Speedo; so predictable. I am glad I completed the race, no walking, no crying, some cussing, but I don't care to repeat this experience...ever.