My finacee started running 2 years ago and learned to swim (really swim) last summer. She got on her first real bike in May and has a total of 7 actual road rides under her belt. She's barely mastered clipless pedals. She's never done an open water swim. Yet for some reason she decided to enter a triathlon way back in January.
I was stoked that she'd decided to set a long term athletic goal. I was weary of all the things I would need to teach (and buy) her along the way. I prayed that she'd not bitten off more than she could chew, thus souring her on more ambitious athletic pursuits.
She got herself a training plan and she stuck to it to the T. I knew she could make the distances and if she just kept her head together she was going to be suprised with her results. She'd put in the hours and miles and I was genuinely proud of her total commitment. She took instruction well and trusted in my plan to teach her to ride and race. She fell and got back up. She got frustrated and fought through it. She was becoming an athlete before my very eyes and she kept me working hard in my rehab. Hell, she even got me to enter a tri later this summer.
As the race drew near I had only one fear. I was terrified that she was going to hate it. That she would be miserable in the race and feel the whole endeavour was pointless. I knew that it was all or nothing. There could only be 2 outcomes.
Fuck this shit...
or
next time...
The day was not gonna help my cause. It was 65 and raining and would stay that way all day. We stood in the rain waiting for her "wave" to start from 5:30 am until 8:20 am. She was cold and the time was more than enough to rattle anyones nerves. Unkown swim, riding in the rain...she had alot on her mind.
Someone's got some pre-race jitters.
Soon enough it was go time and now she could rely on her training. I just kept her smiling as they counted the group down...
Into the maw...
And go she did...
She lost a ton of time in her first transition, nearly 7 minutes, but still rallied the sprint distance course in 1:35:13. Kicking the crap out what she had sworn would be a 2 hour effort. She was stoked, I was elated and most importantly, on the walk back to the car I heard her say, "next time..."
FKNA!
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