It’s official. He is faster than me! At least at the mini sprint in a pool.
I’ve been doing triathlon for two years. My husband started a couple of months ago.
I thought I had more time to be faster than him. NOPE.
I guess the lesson is some of us are FAST. And some of us are NOT.
Another lesson? I might be a bit too competitive. Because here are my thoughts …
As you can see on the times, the only place I’m faster is in transition. So NO. I’m not going to purchase tri shorts so he’s faster. I’m not going to purchase him yanks, so he’s faster. I’m not going to race in the same swim lane with him because I might be tempted to kick him, slow him down a bit.
HA!
He is officially on his own!
My race report. I’d like to throw out that in my heat was…a fast rabbit, a gazelle and two other really fast go getters.
SWIM: I didn’t have much anxiety in the pool. Funny how pool swimming makes me more anxious than open water swimming. I think perhaps because I LOVE nature. I wasn’t any faster than usual. That sort of irritated me. But heck, I have swam 4 times since my Ironman. hahaha, silly lesson on unrealistic expectations.
BIKE: I need stronger legs. Though I can certainly go faster on my bike. Cybex bikes sux.
RUN: Good run. Nice fast pace for me, 8:40 ish. Pain free. No throw up. It’s no fun running all by yourself because everyone else is already done. HA!
BOOM! Next race, getting sub 50 if it kills me.
