Road Trip! It's time for my much anticipated first triathlon of the season! As they say, "ready or not...". Friday I took some extra time to pull all of my gear out of storage, clean the car, pack up, and leave. But not before a quick lunch on North Avenue with Peter! We're just over half way through May, and it's already well into the eighties in Chicagoland...a sign of things to come?
|Hey...do you think it's too loud out here?|
|No, just close your eyes and imagine....calm.|
|no ice, this year!!!|
|refugees from chicagoland populate Galena and it's businesses.|
The race went off, pretty much with no hitch. The swim was delightful and short, the bike hilly and beautiful. Starting in the final wave gave lots of opportunities for me to pass other people. This is a good and bad thing. That far back in the pack it's easy to feel fast without actually pushing Enough. Then again, I had plenty left for the run, which was HOT at nearly noon. I'm never lightning quick, and with the long, steep hill in mile one, i was proud to tick off the four miles without walking, slowing, or any other serious impediment. So I finished fresh, realizing that the heat had taken a toll on me in this two hour race. I spent the rest of the day trying to re-hydrate and celebrating the fact that this was the first early season race I've managed to complete in Three years! Yay!!! By looking around at the other 45-plus women who manage to show up on race day, I'm discovering that to hang on for so long is a true accomplishment. I met a number of fabulous women, but I was particularly thrilled to meet a gal who has been racing for as long as I have been, and has tremendous accomplishments to show for it. Her engaging smile and conversation was by far the high point of my weekend. We talked about old time races, training outside, and our aging parents. I looked around at all the beautiful young women racing and training (and fast) and wondered how many of these kids will hang on into their forties and fifties, with families and all sorts of baggage to show for. Let them try! I sure hope so, maybe when I'm sixty, sitting around after a race, I'll see lots and lots and lots of other older women!!!