Kent asked the other day whether I planned to write about the race.
"No?!" he asked, the disbelief clear.
"I don't have anything to say, really."
I don't often feel compelled to write here anymore and I suppose I should take as a sign that it might be time to close up shop when I'm not especially bothered to share a special milestone. But, I still like that the site is here and I have a place all my own to fill when I want with no rules or expectations.
I loved the race. How about that? And I adored the spectators. I could tell you why, but this guy already said it better.
I didn't find anything especially hard, though I did start to think it might be nice to get off the bike around Mile 45 or so. I thought I'd be demoralized to watch all the runners pass me as I walked the "run" course, but I wasn't. I walked a steady, strong, quick pace and the hilly course meant a lot of others walked a lot of it too. Mostly, I just enjoyed the familiarity of passing old Raleigh haunts and the fun of the volunteers and fans.
"Do epic shit!" my favorite sign read.
I nearly wept when I rode into the bike finish because I expected to see my children, but they weren't there. I scanned all the faces on both sides of the hill leading up to the line. I looked hard. The smile that was ready for them faded and I swallowed back the urge to cry. I looked for them again in all the faces leaning over the barriers that separated the families from the runners. They weren't there, so I sat down to change my shoes by myself. Maybe I was more tired than I thought. Or maybe I just need my family. Really, really need them.
It was my first triathlon, so I was kind of a dip shit in the transitions. I ran past my bike twice after the swim. Before the run, I asked to borrow someone's sunscreen, forgot my bottle of water and stopped to pee. It took me more than six minutes I think.
I got to high-five the kids in the finisher's chute and afterward, I learned that Kent's amazing performance earned him a spot in the Ironman 70.3 World Championship. That seems more noteworthy than a middle-aged mother of four finishing her first race. Still, no offense to me, I'm super proud of what I did and now I won't be so intimidated the next time I do it.