A rundown of this weekend’s Windcrest Freshman Triathlon:
1. People made a little extra space for me in the transition area. I must have the words “wide load” written on my forehead (more accurately my backside).
2. My number looked like a loin cloth when sitting under my belly. Totally attractive.
3. It was the least nervous I’ve ever been for a race in my life. I have a ridiculous competitive streak that was totally dormant for this event. I came in solid last in my age group and had the most fun I’ve had in a race — ever!
4. I could eat my way through the race. I have so much cleavage and crevices, there’s always one more place to stash a protein bar.
5. The friendly and encouraging comments were nonstop:
“Go Number 100.5!” (I was Number 100)
“Let’s go Momma!”
“Looking good Two-for-One!”
“I admire what you are doing!”
“I told my husband to try to strap 20 lbs. to his front and then try to do this race!”
“Way to go for getting out here in spandex!”
6. I could walk the entire run portion and not feel a hint of guilt. I was able to appreciate all the fine landscaping and wreathes on the doors of the neighborhood we were “running” through. I got some really good ideas for our next house.
7. On my bike I had some serious momentum on the downhills. Twenty extra lbs really can add some speed!
8. I passed a grand total of ONE person. I pushed past Mr. Khaki Shorts on the bike. That one small victory was very sweet, I must say (I guess my competitive streak was somewhat active…).
9. I got to spend an entire morning with hysterical, talented friends, new and old. I haven’t smiled and laughed that much in who knows how long.
10. My nausea, varicose veins, never ending increasing bra sizes, random lower back pain, limited wardrobe, and swollen feet were far from my mind. I was just so happy to be there! While I was digging through the water, flying on my bike, and waddling the last 2 miles, I could only think of what a gift this race was. Happy Mother’s Day to me!
Plus, I got to see this sweet one at the finish line: