You've all read Kate's version of my first triathlon, now its time for the real story:
It all started a couple of years ago when Casey was doing a lot of triathlons (for those who don't know, Casey is my brother-in-law... he's kind of athletic). I figured if he could do it, it couldn't be that hard - so I told peeps I was going to do one. Work and school gave me a good enough excuse to never really pursue it too much - and I thought I would always have that excuse, but then Aly (my sister) signed up for the St. George triathlon. I couldn't let Aly do one before me - so I signed up.
It wasn't long after registering for the tri that I realized the only thing worse than Aly doing a tri before me was Aly
finishing before me. So, in January I started to train. I woke up at 5 every other morning and went swimming at Golds Gym - and ran / biked on the other days. It was a pretty horrible couple of weeks - then I got sick. It was a pretty bad illness, we're lucky that I'm still here - but eventually the cough went away. The only problem was that after not going to the gym the morning I was sick - it was way to easy to not go the next day (or next several weeks, as it turned out).
My new training became drinking Dr. Pepper (to follow the advise that I consult a physician) and watching TV (to learn techniques on how to run faster by watching shows like CSI New York, The Office, NCIS, etc.). I was much more disciplined with this training than the previous, in fact I followed this training up until the night before the race.
It turns out - I should have stuck with my original training. Luckily, Kate's prayers were answered and the swim portion was canceled. I was relieved to hear the news (I figured I would at least survive the race now) - but there were some people that were actually upset! In fact - one guy decided to swim anyway - sucker.
The bike was fun - but trying to run afterwards proved harder than I thought. I ran until I was out of sight of the crowd, then slowed it down a little. They had guys out on the course taking pictures, so every time I saw one, I would run - and just after I passed them I'd slow down again.
To give you an idea of what I mean when I say I'd slow down - at one point a 12 year old kid
walked passed me. I then decided that I had to at least walk as fast as junior. The torture ended eventually, and I actually finished before
several people. The details aren't too clear on how many I beat - probably thousands - but I know for sure that I beat Aly (only by 6 minutes, but I still beat her, and that's really all that counts).
Come to find out after the race that I was competing against some Snarrs. It was pretty close - Kate's cousin Greg finished 1st in our class, and I was right behind him (47th - that number that Kate mentioned was 547th overall). Sam did the longer race and did really well from what I understand.
All in all, it was a very depressing race for me - but I do plan on doing another one and preparing a little better.
It turns out that Kate's version was a lot better than mine - and sorry for not posting any pictures, but I'm pretty sure that you don't want to see them anyway - no one should have to look at me wearing bike shorts.
I think I'll leave the posting to Kate for a while.