Number 31

Well, I finally did it. After three years of thinking about it and doing shorter sprint-distance triathlons, I registered for and completed a twice-as-long Olympic distance tri.

It was one of my loftier goals for the year, and as the time drew nearer to the All-Women's event at the end of July, I got serious about swimming. With eight weeks til the race, I worked out a way to ramp up my swimming distance to end at the race distance-- a full mile.

It turned out that an old friend was getting married the night before that race, so I spent a few weeks ignoring the issue before hunkering down to pick a race. Finding a race of the distance I wanted on a free weekend (after August 1) turned out to be tough. I had my choice of two on the same day: one in Kent, WA, away from home with a 50 yard swim out to a deep-water start; or Portland's triathlon with a swim in the infamously filthy Willamette River.

You can guess which one I chose-- the easier one! I registered two or three weeks beforehand so I couldn't back out.

Krista, an amazing swimmer and patient, generous friend, took me swimming at Hagg Lake twice, so I got some much-needed open water experience. When an email went out mentioning a practice swim in the Willamette, I was floored that she agreed to go with me for that, too. She even stayed with me, practically treading water while I swam my damnedest.

After that, I knew I would at least make it. But I was still nervous enough to lose sleep and have negative thoughts circling endlessly in my head.

The morning of the race, I woke up an extra hour early (4:30am) and lay in bed. Instead of having to bike to the start with all of my gear on my back, my husband drop me and dropped me off at the transition. I joined a long line waiting to be marked with age and race number.

The transition area was a free-for-all. Often, space is determined by race number and distance, but not this time. I was worried about finding space, but after asking and being turned down, a group of three men-- who were doing the Olympic as a relay team-- offered me space by them. They were so friendly and nice, chatting with them helped me relax. I got everything ready in my little transition area, and Erik snuck in to give me a kiss and wish me well.

Then it was time to head down to the dock for the swim start. I was in the third and final wave, so I got to wait and absorb the instructions three times. Walking down the ramp in my bare feet, among 100 women (my wave was all women), most of them wearing wetsuits

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