Triathlete, Officially

Guess what? Yesterday's triathlon (my first!) was so much fun. Really! As soon as I arrived, Best Husband Ever by my side, my nail-biting nerves smoothed into anxious anticipation. It helped learning that at least a full third of the event's participants were first-time triathletes just like me. I was able to take a breath, cross my fingers, and then let loose and enjoy. And, wonder of wonders, I did!

I'm still waiting for the official results to be posted (there was some sort of increasingly frustrating mishap with the timings), but my [very imprecise due to forgetting to start the darn thing at the beginning of my swim] Garmin record clocks me in at around 1:33:00. My swim took just over 16 minutes, the bike leg about 50 minutes, and the run was 26 minutes. How do I feel about that? Well, I'll let the Best Husband Ever's photo do the talking:

Yes, I really was this thrilled as I started out on the running leg of my premiere triathlon. I'm so glad I tri-ed, and really surprised myself with what my body could do and how I measured up against my competitors (especially in the bike portion, which saw me riding a Wal-Mart mountain-ish bike against super sleek and snazzy road bikes). Now my only question is -- when can I do it again?

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