My season is off to an “interesting” start.
I had an awesome Top 10/Personal Best at Desert Tri to kick off the season.
At Oceanside 70.3 I raced naked – and had a blast!
And this weekend I was pumped for Wildflower Long Course. I knew I was coming into the weekend in trouble. I didn’t get more than 6 hours of sleep a night for the week before. Exhausted was an understatement. But it was Wildflower. I fly up hills on the bike. I love the trails. Plus there would be Cinco de Mayo tequila waiting for me at the finish. This was my race!
…I had that shot of that tequila 5 miles from the finish line.
Yeah, it was one of those days.
It started off great with lots of smiles and girl goofing.
And then it struck. My period. WTF? After nearly 30 years I can’t figure this out? Truth be told my body usually serves me well and coordinates it’s schedule around my race calendar. Not this time.
Luckily the water was warm and it was a lake swim, so no sharks.
Cramping usually slows my bike down 1 – 1.5 mph. No exception today.
I spent 5 minutes in T2 shaking down relay teams for a tampon.
In all honesty I wanted to lay down on my back in T2 and OTR DNF.
I wish I had used my Garmin on to track my run course. It winds through campgrounds filled with local college student volunteers and I was running in circles far from the course looking for girls.
I struck gold at mile 3 (probably mile 4.5 for me).
Disaster avoided but I felt like crap.
The only thing worse than girl cramps is actual heat exhaustion. And I ran into my girlfriend Alison who was going through just that. My day and time was shot – and I needed something to keep my mind off the pain – so I slowed my slow jog to a slow walk and we had a fabulous 10 miles together.
Yes there was a tequila shot at mile 7. A naked guy and mile 8.
I saw Harriet Anderson at mile 9, and I swear there was a giraffe at mile 10.
I didn’t want to write this post until we had the official race photos because I know the picture of Alison and I crossing the finish line hand in hand will be one of the best ever — if only because we had plenty of time to fix our hair and wash the salt and dirt off our faces.
DNF: 0 Girls: 7:46:46 (for both of us)