Today was the 2nd Women's Triathlon in Farmington, CT. It was muggy. Wet. Muddy. A few minutes before the swim start I remembered I had loaned my goggles to my 8 year old niece over the summer and I never readjusted them. Bill (my husband) helped me out, while joking about Michael Phelps and how he'd had leakage problems in Beijing. Well it turns out that my swim was just like Phelps' - in terms of leakage. But I figured it was only .5 miles in the water so it didn't warrant stopping to fix them. The bike was in pouring rain. I don't bike in the rain. In fact I don't bike outside. My dungeon, a.k.a. my basement, is where I bike. On my trainer, away from the elements, potholes, distracted drivers and critters, with my mp3 player. I have never biked in the rain. But you know what? It wasn't so bad. I took the turns carefully, I sometimes had to blink in order to see in the driving rain, but it wasn't bad, especially as it was warm out. The run. According to the website, it would be a flat run. Well, when I say I have a flat chest I am not engaging in false advertising. The race website was. Not only was it far from an A cup, it was MUDDY. One downhill in particular was a hairy one, as I slid right down to the bottom - somehow upright the whole way. A woman in front of me lost her shoe in a bog. That being said, it was a BLAST. There is nothing like getting wet and filthy by 9:25am on a Sunday, with a bunch of women of all ages, shapes, walks of life, with the men standing on the sidelines cheering us on. I know, let the women do the work, what else is new, but the fact is, this was joyful work. Hell, the men were watching the children right? There is truly nothing like an all-women's race in my book. It's not that we are less competitive, it's that we have so much going on that we are simply happy to be out there, celebrating our strength and motivation and freedom to do something just for US.
After the race I dragged Bill and Jacqueline (my 7 year old daughter) into a Halloween store. I bought myself a Viking costume. Must be the adrenaline...
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