I raced Wildflower and all I got was both a bee sting and two rounds of projectile vomiting on the bike, a DNF, and a dent in the VW bus I borrowed from my brother. There's definitely a story to be told but I'm going to follow Fast Brian's advice to not think about the race and enjoy the rest of the weekend; and then after a couple of days, write down all of my observations from race day, free of analysis, to be reviewed at a later time. After following all of my blog friends race, and then seeing my teammates and Charisa and her crew crush it yesterday, I'm left with this feeling that I just want to be like the cool kids. I just really want to be one of the cools kids.But having a bad race also made me realize that racing is just one reason why I do triathlons. Here are some other reasons:
Sharing cupcakes, laughs and stories with good company the night before the race.
Being serenaded "Happy Birthday" by my teammates and close friends in a cozy RV.
After looking the day prior to no avail, casually bumping into Teresa as I was walking down to the swim start.
Reminiscing with my friends Troy and Jim as we waited for our swim wave to start, our 20th+ year in this sport.
Listening to Mark go on and on and on about the tough course after completing his first Wildflower, a ritual for every newbie doing the long course.
