Still, looking out over the water of Liberty Lake, the same wave of anxiety and anticipation I used to feel in my piano competitions took over my senses. I went back to the days of waiting for my turn to perform outside the closed door, my gloved hands clasped across my chest, rehearsing my music in my head as the music notes raced across my closed eyelids. I was surprised to again see my hands clasped across my chest. This time, I shivered with cold as I waded out into the freaking cold water!
The first wave to go, we six elite ladies stood out in the water, listening to music with a good beat and catchy rhythm. You know, the kind you seek to get pumped up or when you’re feeling especially good. Finally, Phaedra Cote couldn’t stand it.
“Let’s dance!” she suggested.
Dance? Are you kidding me?!? How am I supposed to get in “the zone?”
Dancing was the last thing I thought I’d be doing. I’m not even that much of a dancer. Looking down at the water, I realized I was concealed up to my waist, and all I had to really move were my arms. So, I wiggled a little and called it good.
Off went the gun, and suddenly my racing adrenaline was unleashed.
For me, a swim is a swim is a swim. Until I can refine my stroke and technique—my assignment for this winter and spring—I’ll settle for making it out with two arms and legs intact. If I’m still breathing—a bonus.
Out of the water and onto the bike. All but one bike was gone, so I guess I wasn’t the slowest. Still, I had some competitors to eat up on the pavement. One…two…then three. Only two ladies remained ahead of me as I transitioned from bike to run.
I laugh now thinking about what I must have looked like running my bike back to the rack. Running on tired legs plus shifting sand didn’t make for a smooth jaunt off the bike. While I didn’t watch those of you who finished the Dirty Dash, I probably looked the way you did sloshing through the mud. (Only I came out cleaner.) Thankfully, no videos or pictures have surfaced on YouTube or Facebook to captivate a hungry audience on my experience. And don’t get any ideas for future races…
The run. By far my strongest leg, I overtook one of my two last competitors with the fastest split time I’ve ever run for a mile. Really? After a swim and a bike? And no knee pain. I was really beginning to like this sport, the triathlon! Around the golf course and onward to finish in Pavilion Park. Ahead, all I ever saw of Adrianne Campbell was her backside. My legs churned, my arms pumped to carry me to a second overall finish. I knew Adrianne was there to win, so I felt honored to finish right behind a woman who gave everything she had for first. Next time, though…Next time.
My competitive nature aside, the experience at Valley Girl stands out as one I hope to never forget. The friendships I made and camaraderie I enjoyed with some of the area’s leading lady competitors made me realize I have a lot to gain from competition (I mean participation) in this sport. Racing as an underdog has its perks, but next year I’ll need to demonstrate a little more improvement on the course.
Until then, my Cannondale and I will speed onward and finish the races I set out to race. I’m told it isn’t the bike, but the engine on it, that makes the wheels turn faster. This engine held up well through the seven triathlons that followed to finish out my season. (The finances ran out first.) The year of 2012 awaits, and this engine is primed, oiled, and broken in. Having said that, this engine has ears, too. Any advice, suggestions, or hand-me-downs you can grace me with won’t go unappreciated.
Thanks for reading!