Summertime has definitely hit Mobile! It’s hot and sticky and unbearable, but I am braving the humidity to get my buns in shape. The Danskin Triathlon was a disaster- well, not really a disaster since I had a great time hanging with Melissa, Mom, Shannon, Vicky and Rhonda, but I really stunk it up out there- literally! Somehow the big meal at Carraba’s the night before did not agree with me AT ALL and I spent more time in the porta-lets than on the bike. Once I realized that I just wasn’t going to have a great race, I relaxed and enjoyed the view from the back.
I think I even helped one triathlete, in my age group, who I picked up crying on the side of the trail with about 1.5 miles to go on the run.
“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” I said. She sniveled, “My…my..my… friends are beating me and…and….and…my time is going to be 3 minutes slower than last time!”
“oh, well, you can’t always have a PR and if it makes you feel any better, my time is going to be about 25 minutes slower than last time.” That seemed to perk her up a little and we ran together for the rest of the race, talking about triathlon and enjoying the scenery. Then somewhere about 200 yards from the finish she decided to kick it in and left me in the dust without a word. Oh well!
The hero of the day was Melissa- she has really stepped it up and gotten into shape! I am so proud of her, even thought she kicked my butt. Well done, Mimi!
