I guess that, as of 10:27 Eastern, the Chasing Fifty Challenge is over. I finished the Roy McConnell Olympic Triathlon in Orlando, completing the fifth endurance event of the challenge. I’d love to say that I had a great race plan and it all went like clockwork, but my Mom told me never to lie. More on that later.
Even with the things that went wrong, big and small, the race was a great experience, as was the whole one year challenge. Without a doubt, the best part was the opportunity to connect with so many old friends, family, and new training partners through Facebook pages and blog posts. It’s a little embarrassing, but I’m even getting a little misty eyed sitting here in Starbucks as I think about how many people have shouted out encouragement, supported lots of training hours, and otherwise just stuck with me while I slogged through some of the lower points. I was amazed that so many of my family tried so hard to make it to Orlando for the race itself, after my job relocation at the beginning of the summer changed the race venue. Kathy and Sarah drove all the way over from Tampa to endure three hours of watching grass grow while waiting for me to wander aimlessly through the swim, bike, and run transition area. How cool is that?
Almost as soon as the race was over, the dreaded rains hit Orlando. I’m so thankful they held off. Although I was already so soaked by the time I finished, I doubt I could have been any wetter.
I will post a more detailed race recap soon, but for now I need to hit the road back to Tampa so I can do all the stuff I’ve been putting off all week. Thanks again to my amazing family for loving me so much. I used to joke that God gave me three daughters as penance for having so botched up living with three sisters. Now I know that it was really to show me what an unrecognized blessing they all are.
By the way, mom, there are alligators in the lake. You were right.