Today I completed my first Triathlon. Just an enticer distance, but I did it. Can’t say it was as enjoyable as I had anticipated, but its done.
The swim was in the lake, in which some kids told us just before the race had a nearby crocodile (no joke, but only a “freshie” so no danger). The lake water is also nasty and green and sludgy, with big weeds.I mean Harry Potter type tendrils that threaten to come up and suck you into the water.
I near shit my tri suit. Got into the water, started swimming and the weeds took over. I had already planned to breaststroke the distance because I didn’t want additional stress of breathing etc, but when the weeds hit, I couldn’t fucking breathe anyway. It was only 300m, so should have been easy, but I coudn’t get my breath, struggled really badly and was last out of the water. My beautiful coach had entere to support her son, whose first tri this was too, and ended up swimming, looking back at us stragglers, trying to help us out. There was also a lovely lady on a paddle board, who stayed with me the whole way. I think she thought I might actually drown!! So did I when the tendrils of the weed tried to pull me under.
Transition was good, I had all my shit set out, and did it all properly like I had practiced. and off I went on the bike, my favourite.
Well, even that was a struggle – I still was gasping for air, with a killer headache, and it wasn’t until half way that I even felt normal. My head was telling me “what the fuck are you doing her” and “Julia Creek can go and get fucked”
Then, when I settled, I powered on through the ride, and actually passed a couple of people, and really quite enjoyed it.
Transition was good, I got off the bike unaided, and walked it back in. But – when I tried to run, no fucking way were my legs doing it. It was uphill, but I really couldn’t do it. Poor coach was there trying to get me to do small intervals, but it wasn’t happening. My legs were like jelly, and I couldn’t breathe. So I walked most of it, and got overtaken by those I had passed earlier.
So chums, someone had to be last, and it was me.
I am pissed of at myself, because I was last, and am desperately trying to pull myself from the quitting notions that are upon me.
SO here is the list of positives to help me:
I swam through killer weed infested waters
I swam in deep water, which freaks me and I don’t do.
I swam in a lake, which I have never done before
I did a pretty smooth transition
The bike leg went really well, and apart from trouble breathing, I had no bother
I finished the race
I am 54 years of age, and 6 months ago could not have contemplated doing even one of those legs
Someone had to come last.
Thats all for now, while I contemplate my athletic future.