I stumbled out of the swim and TriGuy was there, camera in hand. I asked him when Ann Marie had come through.
I set about getting myself through T1 and since I was right next to the fence, TriGuy came around to take pictures. I was so
I hopped on the bike and traced the crescent moon.
I hopped off, repositioned to point the bike the right way (yes that happened)...and then, I was off!
I knew that my new bike would make me a bit slow so I expected some passing to take place. But I didn't really expect EVERY FLIPPIN' person to overtake me. I was in an auditory bombardment of:
It. Was. Maddening.
And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, the 11 year old girl passed me... And I never caught up. Buuuut, that's ok because she had a road bike and I was working harder than all those fancy road bike riders. Yep. That's m'story and I'm stickin' to it.
Honestly, that's about all I remember of the bike leg, except that I have a vague recollection of being passed by some dude on a really old bike. Oh, and I'm pretty sure he was shirtless.
NEXT POSTS: AN AWARD POST TO BREAK UP THE MONOTONY OF THE RACE
THE RUN LEG OF THE RACE