Yes, I survived the Triathlon, but you knew I would.

But the pictures, oh the pictures. J was snapping pictures of me, as was his Mom as were the official photographers and anyone in the immediate vincinity. My problem is that every picture has seemed to showcase the enormity of my lower section. I see a picture where I don’t look squinty eyed or showcasing horses teeth, and there it is. It didn’t help that I was wearing baby blue, and well…it’s not basic black and it ‘s not slimming. But it does help to identify any picture where I am present.

Anyway, sorry to subject you to the planetoid that is my butt. There are pictures, and I did complete it, so maybe that’s something.

Imagine my pleasure when I saw that the waves of people leaving the beach ahead of me who were able to touch bottom ALMOST THE ENTIRE WAY to the third yellow buoy which was the turnaround point. It wasn’t so much swimming as a delightful water walk the entire way. No chance of drowning here, although there were a few waves that smacked me in the face from time to time, and the troublesome problem of people being indecisive about whether to swim or not. Plus, being in the water hid my giant baby blue butt from the world.

Then I got on the bike. I love the bike. I have amazing muscular legs that you’d never see (because of the sheer intensity of my ass) that helped me ROCK the bike. Even in the section that turns north into the wind, I was able to take a gel or two and really make some great time. I kept looking for my sister, but I pretty much paced her the entire race. I saw my dad watching for us near the entrance of the park and waved like an idiot until he saw me then zoomed by. How he could miss me, I simply don’t know. I’m the one with the gigantic baby blue butt.

I dropped off the bike, and swung up the run path. Oh … what horrible pictures loom. The run goes back up the hill that leads to High Cliff, and I walked it. I walked/jogged a major portion of this, and it felt a LOT longer than last year. I was tired, and kept hoping that around every corner there might be the path that would lead to the hill down.

I did finish and Reece, Rachel and Zebbie ran with me to the finish line. I didn’t get my results because they’ve changed things this year, but I think it was roughly comparable to last year. Which is good, because I didn’t have this troublesome blue giant butt last year, so I didn’t manage to lose time. What I think happened is anytime that I gained on the bike I probably lost on the run. That’s okay, because I was beat. Tired. You would be too, carrying this load around.

Okay, I just put the pictures up on Flickr, and I guess it isn’t that bad. Maybe I’m exaggerating a little. But it’s not tiny. Trust me.

Next year, basic black. If there is a next year.