Standing on the cold shore in the middle of the wet-suited pack, squinting as hard as my eyelids would allow, I wanted nothing more than to see the first buoy we were all aiming for in the first leg of the seven hundred meter swim. It wasn’t going to happen. Everything looked like a Monet painting to me without my trusty spectacles. So I took a deep breath, asked an extremely nice woman to point me in the direction that we sought and put confidence in my follow-the-leader ability. The horn was about to blow in what would be my first triathlon.
Aside from my daily commute to our shop, and errands I need to run, my training for this first Tri Club race was almost obsolete. So with that, and the fact that some of my apparel and biking elements needed some real attention, I feel my first introduction to the world of Tri was a success. I never felt intimidated, with the exception of perhaps the passing of the occasional disk wheel. The people were welcoming and the breakfast hit the spot. I will continue to digest my first race and see how many improvements I can make for my next one. There is always room for improvement!
Congrats Christopher! We are all proud of you!