The day always starts out perfect; just a little breeze, flat seas and excitement from supporters as hugs and kisses are shared before our wetsuited bodies head to the starting pens. We line up. I always make a point of starting with my team mates… friendly faces and bits of chatter do amazing things for the butterflies trying to destroy my stomach! I have no idea why, but somehow Karl, Saul, Werner, Jeanne and myself ended up in the sub-30 minute batch! HA! But it was the best thing ever as we had clear seas ahead and no bashing of people trying to swim over us. Thanks to Luc (best coach ever!) & Jess I am now finally comfortable with my swim and really enjoyed it. I think I might have enjoyed it a bit too much and forgot to “race” as I am disappointed in my 40 min swim…but I will work on that! Next time at most 35 minutes!!! \
My second transition once again went smoothly and I was on the run. This is what I was looking forward to most. Luc and I have been working so hard on my run and I was determined to push as hard as I could (keeping in mind that I have never, EVER had a solid run during a triathlon). I felt strong and my legs were hanging in there. I had coke mixed with water at every aid station and just kept the pace. For the first time Bunkers didn’t seem as scary as I remembered it. I got my two bands and headed for the red carpet. I decided to run as hard as I could for the last 3km’s and was aching by the time I crossed that finish line. I didn’t even care about my time for the run as I knew I gave it my all. But I did it in 1:58…lots of work still to be done but I am on track.
As always, the supporters and teammates make it all bearable out there on the day. It’s amazing how you push to get to a certain spot because you know someone is there rooting for you. Luc, Garron & Andrea, Elouise, my family and everyone else out there that shouted my name or gave me a smile or nod, you guys rock!