Kingscliff Triathlon 2011 – first-timer surviver story.
Raining. Windy. Choppy waters.
Ohhhh….excellent conditions for a first-time tri-hardthlete that can’t swim.
You can see from the scared shi*tless smile to the right here that I was…well…scared shi*less.
Luckily, there were some lovely ladies all doing their first triathlon as well – a bit of nervous chit chat calmed the nerves.
The officials were very cool too – pretty funny actually.
One advised we would “have just enough time to pee in the water so go for it”.
Although I could have peed a water tanker, being a laaaady meant I didn’t take the advice.
Standing in the mouth of the river was pretty scary – waves of choppy water making me wet before I wanted to be.
Into the race towards the first buoy.
I had no idea where I was. I just went for it.
I don’t think I kicked once…I gulped a bellyful of sea water…but I made it.
Getting out of that ocean creek was such a relief.
The scary part was over.
Just a bike ride and run and it was all over. Cool.
Transition was hilarious.
I stabbed myself a few times trying to get my race number on with safety pins as I watched others effortlessly click on their little number belt thingies. The plastic holes on the bib ended up tearing so I just unzipped my zoot suit and shoved it in.
Jeez – such a novice!
Having not ridden a bike for a few months – not even to the corner shops – meant the bike leg was harder than expected.
My shoes were soaked. I obviously didn’t wipe my feet well enough so they felt like sloppy, wet gum boots.
And my trusty Trek mountain bike was no match for the other skinny, streamlined bikes.
Against the full-on winds I felt like an elephant amongst a herd of gazelle.
So it was great to finally hit the run leg. Woo hoo. It felt good.
Home I ran to the finish line of my first little Triathlon.
I did it.
Will I do it again?
Even though I felt like a bit of a dork and novice…you bet!
Thanks to QSM Sports for a well-organised event.
I’ll be back.
Out for now.