I Survived the Triathlon, Hudson Not Really

I think it took me all week to talk about the NYC Triathlon, and especially to blog about it.  I hope I never see the water in the Hudson River ever again!

First, it was an amazing race, and I had a good time (3:23) which was in the range of my goals.  Now, let's discuss the first time anyone does a Triathlon and how it is common to panic.  Are you lost? Well, I was definitely lost!  No one told me about the strong, almost certain possibility, that I would PANIC at the swim start. I couldn't breathe, and kept thinking "what was I thinking, I am going to drown in the Hudson."

Obviously, I didn't, but if you saw the brown loads of crap that are IN the Hudson, you might want to.  I swam through debris, got kicked in the face, and swallow a lovely combination of salt water and oil.  I think Sully left it behind just for me.

When I emerged from the swim, my face was covered in oil.  I know this because the pictures from the race will never see the light of day.  Liz is threatening to sue, and I am with her with my attorney on standby.  We looked like coal miners.

Then the fun part: the bike ride.  I channeled my best Lance Armstrong and kicked some serious booty.  I passed a bunch of people, didn't get a flat tire, and felt great for 25 miles.

The run through Central Park after a jaunt down 72nd street was tough because it was muggy. Did I mention the rain and lightning at 4am? I remember thinking I didn't want to be struck in the Hudson by lightning.  I didn't want to be kicked either.

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