That right there is the dazed face of victory.
It poured as I walked my (Dad’s) bike into the transition area at Foster beach this morning. After thirty minutes the rain had stopped, and the race marshal sent us in waves down the bike path next to Lake Shore Drive.
We were supposed to start with a quarter-mile swim, but the suburb of Wilmette pooped in Lake Michigan on Thursday. As a result the race organizers kept us out of the water, tacking on an additional mile run instead. A wise move, yes, but I was very disappointed; I bought new fog-resistant goggles and everything.
Oh well. It took me forty-seven minutes and forty-four seconds to run 1 mile, bike 6.2 miles, and then run another 1.5 miles. I finished 174th of 700, and just barely cracked the top half of my age group. Pretty happy with that. Plus, no e-coli!