I can sum up the experience with the F expletive. I muttered it several times throughout the race. In the murky lake water where the seaweed all but attacked me, on the hilly bike course which promised to be flat and on the run where the temperatures soared.
So I cursed. Several times. And about 33 F’s later, I crossed the finish line….broken and battered…but I finished. I got a medal and the bragging rights of finishing not one but two triathlons.
1,992,000 people have done at least one triathlon in their lives. I have now done two.
And with two triathlons under my belt and a third one in December to fill the trifecta, I have learned a few things.
2. Never trust the event’s brochure. This is my second ‘flat’ triathlon which has been hilly. Maybe whoever writes the copy doesn’t quite understand the difference between the word flat and hill. A hill is an incline, slope, gradient,ramp, rise…it means it goes up. Flat is anything which is level and horizontal. Both courses had a lot of vertical in them. And I am not a big fan of vertical.
3. If you train in a beautiful Burbank Olympic sized pool, which is clean and uncrowded, you are ill equipped to do a triathlon in a lake. A dark lake. A murky lake. A muddy lake where seaweed seems to grab your arms and legs, you can’t see anything and the water smells.
4. Triathlon is spelled triathlon. Not triathalon…it took me a while to catch on to that one.