The Big Event

So last Friday I did my mini-triathlon. The biggest obstacle of the entire day was the waking up at 6 am so my breakfast would have time to settle before swimming. I hopped in the pool and did my 500 meters in 25 minutes. That could probably be put on record as the worst time ever, but considering when I started training I couldn't even swim 50 meters I felt pretty good about it. Then I got out and after biking through the parking lot I realized it was much, much colder than I had anticipated, so I took a little detour to my friends house to borrow some gloves. They just happened to be sitting down to breakfast when I got there, so I refueled, pulled on my gloves and biked 12 miles. It was a beautiful sunny day and I sort of forgot about the racing part and went at a pace closer to a Sunday evening stroll. After the ride, I ditched my bike and tried to run. Have you ever tried running after riding a bike for a long time? I felt like a marionette. My legs were still trying to make the up/down pedaling motions instead of forward running motions. I looked ridiculous "running" with jerky, high knee steps, but eventually it wore off and I was able to move like a human again. I miscalculated my running distance and overshot by a half mile. I got home just as the baby woke up and wanted to nurse...and life carried on as if nothing happened.