I knew I should have been concerned when I was back in civilization and received an email confirming that the triathlon would take place. "Well, why wouldn't it take place?" I thought. It turns out that while we were gone, MA got hit with some pretty bad storms. "While the runoff from last week’s significant rainfall had caused the beach to be closed temporarily, the beach is open and ready for triathletes." The email reassured everyone that the river was safe. Everyone must have needed a lot of reassurance because the same email was sent several times.
My triathlon training buddy and I carpooled to the race. We were a little concerned, not because of the river, but because an Olympic length triathlon was using the same course as our triathlon. The Olympic one was scheduled to start an hour before us. After a quick registration we got into our gear and headed down to the river. It looked okay.
We went into the river to find a place to stand. It felt totally gross. The bottom was slimy, and I could feel it mushing between my toes. The good news is that I didn't see any trash, IV needles, or floaters. Phew! Apparently that's only in the lake by us! I'm kidding. The bad news is that the sediment was so stirred up from the rain or general lack of cleanliness that I seriously could not see anything. While it was obviously far from ideal, I still enjoyed it. The rest of the course was great. It was relatively flat. Plus San Francisco has given me a whole new perspective on hills. Sure a glass of water would still have tipped over if I had put it down on various places of the course, but in San Franciso, the glass would have toppled over.
There was just one small problem: the running part of the course was not well marked, and I know two people who ran the Olympic 10K instead of the sprint 5K. No, these weren't "phantom" friends. It truly wasn't me. Believe me, if it had been, it would have been a big problem! Of course now my spinning instructor is saying that it would be a good goal for me in the next year...
That's not to say I wouldn't take credit for finishing an Olympic length triathlon. The t-shirts for both triathlons are the same. However, the Olympic distance is written on the top of the shirt while the sprint distance is all the way on the very bottom (and apparently also wrong). Now I can proudly wear a shirt that boasts that I swam 1 mile, biked 22 miles, and ran 6 miles when in fact I swam 1/4 mile, biked 11 miles and ran 3 miles. Hey, I'm not telling unless asked! I did earn that t-shirt fair and square after all.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Don't tell unless asked! Labels: Exercise and Fitness |
Never tell!