Ok, lets start from the top so you can know everything that happened, cause I know you wanna and don't worry it's a super short post.
Friday, I was nervous. My belly was full, but my mind was racing and sleep was fleeting. Eventually it came, though was disturbingly interrupted by a Hayden Christensen dream that seemed oddly out of place. I did wake often to lift my sleep mask and peep at the clock only to realize it was not 3:15 yet. When my alarm did sound, I knew those legs weren't going to shave themselves so it actually only took me 4 min to get out of bed! By the time I was nearly ready and had scarfed down two pieces of peanut butter and honey toast, Coach was still not up, so I lovingly turned on the lights and blinded him awake. Oops, turns out his alarm had not gone off! We rushed to get the kids ready and by the time Stacie and Jason arrived we were only a little behind our 4:30 departure time. But don't we look excited to see 4:30 in the morning!
|Hello bangs in my face!|
|Me and Stacie muscle posing with our numbers|
After getting my cap on and warm clothes off, we headed to the water to start, and my legs did not stop shaking. I sort of listened to the pre-race announcements, but mostly I was looking for my Mommy! Mine was to be the third wave, which I guess was good so then I couldn't possibly be the last out of the water right? I said bye to Stacie (I think, it's a blur now) and headed toward lake "I look freezing and may take your will to live!" Other girls were dunking their butts in the water so I figured why not? I lowered my ghetto booty down and let it touch the water only to have it rebel and instantly hate me for making it touch the water first! Soon the girl in front was waving her swim noodles to signal the start and we all started moving forward. Some girls dove right in, this was not me. I was not digging the chill so I took some steps first then gently lay forward until my upper body was under water, then began my stroke. Obviously, I got kicked some, and I did some kicking, but weirdly I kind of liked this part. I think as I get more competitive this could be my favorite part. Now nowhere did I have delusions of swimming fast, this part was always about survival. Keep a good pace so I never have to struggle or hurt myself. It actually worked out really well. Never needed a boat for aid, though the man a wave in front of me needed almost every one, and I never had to float on my back or tread water. Yes, this was only 400yds but still. I went back and forth between my made up stroke and the breast stroke, with my head out of the water of course. I passed a few girls that started out too fast and only got passed by 4 or 5 of the best swimmers from the wave behind me. Oh well. Go them! We got to the shore and I saw my boys and was happy to be done with this portion! Swim time goal 20:00. Actual Swim Time 11:49.6 (400 yds)Goal One and Two Complete.
|Yes, Jesse made me slow down so he could get a pic!|
|My fans...currently not crying!|
|4:00 wake up times do not work for everyone!|
|Stacie coming to the finish!|
Goal Finish Time 1:45 Actual Finish Time 1:22:46.3 That's right I smoked my goal time. Now, you may be saying none of my goals were very tough, and this is true. I didn't really know what to expect, but when I first wanted to do it, before I got hurt, my dream finish was under 1:30, and even then Jesse thought that might be tough for me. But, hey, I beat that too! The greatest and worst part is I really didn't even push myself to the limits, even in my current physical condition. I was trying my hardest to stay away from a bigger injury (which I think I managed) and always have enough to do the next part. That means that I should be able to kill this time in the future too!
After changing, eating a little (mmm, nutella), watching others get awards, and not winning a wetsuit, we (especially my boys, all of them) were ready to hit the road. We decided to drive a ways to let the little ones, and Jason again, sleep for awhile, and then celebr-EAT closer to home. I had really been craving some garlic fries and everyone was gracious enough to allow me to eat at Red Robin. The boys did good there too and the food was delish!
|Peyton and Jesse, he really is a hero for taking care of those cranky boys all day! And he only cried once!|
|Stacie and her husband Jason|