In The Dirt: Off Road Triathlon
|Warning: this photo is a recreation of the actual event. |
Grinning from ear to ear I flew down the mountain and into T2. I still had the run 4 mile run ahead but I wasn't worried because the run course was my dream come true. Super steep climb, single track on the ridge line then down it, a little bit of flat, then up, up, up, and time to descend the super steep decent. Yes! That type of terrain, it just agrees with me. Lots of people say their knees hurt when they run down hill. Lucky me, mine don't. I ran down that hill full speed ahead. Tim said he knew it was me from a mile away because I have a certain style up and down steep hills :) He was a mile away because he was finished already. I passed him about between about a 1/4 mile from the finish. I tossed him my water bottle and prepared for an all out effort up the hill to the finish. Timsaid I was the 5th place female. He teases a lot. Can't fool me I said. I'm "Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner." Actually you are in 2nd Tim told me. Really? Oops.
Apparently a 42 year old female was actaully leading the whole race at one point. Rumor has it, the boys had to giddy it up a little due to her presense. She was so far ahead people just thought I was the first female.
I couldn't really be dissapointed because the mistaken information allowed me some great quality time in the land of make believe. It sure was good while it lasted.
11th in my age at Xterra Worlds, 11th today including the boys, technically men. First in my age at a triathlon, that's a first. Yes, the field was small. Yes, there is always somebody faster. Guess what? If you want to win first you have to show up. Tim won his age too. He went really fast because he was afraid that I might catch him.
Trying to decide which one he likes best.
Round 2 for the day. This time we did the "12 Hours of Temecula Course" It was even more splendid than our race course. I have my pads on just in case. Thankfully though they were just for decoration.
Sunday November 7, 2010
Noble Canyon: This time without the bikes