We drove down to Mamaroneck last night so that we'd be closer to the race site - the idea of driving 1.5 hours at 3am didn't sound like a good one! Luckily, we were able to find yet another great homestay. SJ's co-workers welcomed us into their house and allowed us to crash in their living room and mostly likely wake up the entire household at 5am. Unfortunately, we didn't plan out our coffee situation ahead of time and the local DuDo's wasn't open. This was the first indication that this was going to be a challenging day!
At the race site it was dark and rainy and we had lots to do and little time, leaving no time for a warm up. The swim was really chopping and I really couldn't see anything and just like the last race, I didn't take a very good line to the shore, leaving me not in the position I was expecting. I guess this made me a little flustered in transition because I grabbed the first bike I saw and didn't realize until a few minutes into the ride that it wasn't mine and that I was riding Laurel's bike. Even though we have the same bike frame, we have different bars and different seat heights, shoes, pedals, etc. Oh yeah, I also took her helmet, which should have been my first indication that something wasn't right. But, I was too focused, I guess. Once I realized the mistake, I slowed down and looked around to see if Laurel was anywhere near me, thinking we could switch back. She wasn't there, so I decided to just go for it. I was in a race once where a girl's seat post broke and she rode the whole thing standing up, so I figured having someone else's bike wasn't so bad. Meanwhile, Laurel tried to get my attention as I was leaving transition with her bike. She was distracted by riding my bike and proceeded to miss a turn on the bike. We crossed paths about halfway through the ride, she was going in the opposite direction. A few minutes later, still feeling 1) extremely bad that I stole Laurel's bike and 2) that she went the wrong way, I misjudged a corner and almost crashed on the really slippery roads. After that I just decided to take it easy on all the corners and just get to the end of the ride. Once the run started, I was able to run tempo pace to get into the lead and then ran in easy, doing my best to save up for the next month or so of racing. In the process, I slipped and went sliding across the wet boardwalk headfirst. That hurt, but only left me with a few splinters.
My favorite part of this race is running by my superfans in the last mile. My mom, dad, Michael (all the way from charleston), Sarah and Eamon were all there at the finishline. Leezie, Bubba, Sam and Jack were there a few minutes later. Eamon is a great fan. He was so happy to be there and was smiling and toddling around in his new running shoes. Sam, doens't seem to love triathlons, but he does love his Aunt Bec(s), even though Aunt Bec took Aunt Bec's bike.
