




The alarm clock rings loud and very early at 5 am. It's still REALLY dark outside! Not to mention chilly. Did I really say that? Is it really chilly in August in Utah? YES!!!
I had all my gear together last night. All I really needed to do this morning was get up and get on the road. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to be awake before I was. I guess the butterflies knew what lay ahead for the day.
Dennis and I arrived in Orem. Other participants quickly filled the parking lot and proceeded to do the same things I should be doing. So I unloaded my bike, bag and other gear and proceeded to athlete check in. I got my packet and my number. Number 106. Then someone proceeded towards me with a rather large black PERMANENT marker. "Body art", they say at this race. My number was written on my left shoulder and right calf. I will probably be wearing this body art longer than this weekend...Anyone know the number to customer service for Sharpie? I really think that triathletes are kids at heart who like to draw on each other.
I found a spot for my bike and other gear in the transition area. I had no clue what I was doing. I picked a spot and thought, this was just as good as any...But what did I know? And it really didn't matter.
Then someone yells, "It's time to go!" I made my way to the pool. Not really sure where to put my stuff...and I am sure I did everything all wrong...but oh well. This is my first tri...no one is going to take me to tri-jail.
After a word or two of instruction everyone asked us to line up according to groups: kids, sprint racers, and then my group, the novice racers, and then we were to line up according to how quickly we could swim. This is the part I wasn't really prepared for: The standing around and waiting to start my tri! Thank goodness for my cute husband and Tyron who came along to be my cheering section and support group.
FINALLY, it was my turn to get in the pool. Honestly, the rest of the race is a blur. I completed the swim...made it to my bag. Getting clothes on a wet body is hard! Again, thank goodness for my husband who was there to help me out! I'd probably still be wrestling with getting my gear on for the bike and run portion of the race if it weren't for him! I could NOT get my socks on and decided to go without socks. This would prove to be a rather painful decision later. Note to self: do whatever you can to get your socks on during the first transition!
The bike ride went well. I was surprised at how quickly it went. The first half was a little bit of a climb...really not bad, but made for slower speeds for me. Someone passed me and said, "You're doing great!!! It's all downhill after the next corner!" And she was right! A little bit of a "breather"...Well...kinda...My brother Zach would be proud of me...I shifted in to a tougher gear and increased my speed.