The news said it was going to be windy and wet.
“With my luck” I thought, “they’ll even be hail, I bet.”
I awoke before my alarm around 3:30.
I was ready to get wet and dirty.
So on mornings like this, I always make a big poopy.
Before big events, I develop a drinking problem - how I drink so!
It’s not what you thing - I’m just addicted to H2O.
Because anything smaller wouldn’t have fit my bike, Big Rhonda.
I kissed Pharmie goodbye right beneath her golden locks.
I was wearing a lucky article of clothing she gave me: my dirty beaver socks.
I was not in as good as shape as last year, and I was worried how ugly this race was going to be.
I tried to find the right music - I fumbled with CDs and started to cuss.
I finally settled on The Killers album “Hot Fuss.”
When I picked up my race packet, they had made a mistake.
The lady looked at me funny after doing a double take.
I was labeled as a female - I thought it was a spoof!
I told the lady I was a man, and that “I can show you proof!”
When getting my bike ready, I was pretty lonely in the transition!
People probably thought I was going to the bathroom so much to choke (my chicken).
Thirty seconds before the start I felt my first drop of rain.
I was ready for the race to be a major pain.
My first 5K was good - I was able to get through!
My time was alright too: twenty-two twenty two! (22 minutes, 22 seconds)
The bad news was my knee had started to get sore.
I considered quitting the race and going to find a whore.
I was doing fine on the bike - my average was well over 20 miles per hour.
It was good IM WI training too, because we passed some dairy farms that did NOT smell like a flower!
However with 9 miles left, we turned into the “breeze.”
That wind was killer, and it almost brought me to my knees.
I fought the wind as well as could be.
It was futile; it was pushing oh so hard against me.
Once when I reached for my water bottle, I caught the number on my bike.
It flew off and was gone! It was very kite-like.
“Oh crap!” I thought. But I assumed it was no big deal.
I was wrong! It surprised me later and nearly made me keel (over).
When then race was over, I learned I had a penalty for “equipment abandonment.”
I was assessed 2 minutes, which lead to some frustration-ment.
Anyway, 1 hour, 7 minutes and 51 seconds was my final time on the bike.
My average had dropped to 18 mph, which I really didn’t like.
On the way out of transition, my legs felt heavy and dirty!
But I did my first mile of the second run in six thirty! (6 minutes, 30 seconds)
The last run went well - I ran fast and I ran hard.
My legs were still heavy, but I felt the OPPOSITE of lard!
On this last 5K, I seemingly flew!
My final time was twenty-one fifty-two! (21 minutes, 52 seconds)
I ran it perfectly and had nothing left for a kick.
I ran so hard that I nearly lost my ... race number. (you’ve got a dirty mind)
Leading up to this race, I was afraid that I was going to be passed out on the floor.
But when all was said and done, compared to last year I was only six seconds slower!
One nice thing about the Apple Duathlon is all the great food that can go in my belly!
After the race, I had 8 pieces of pizza, 6 Oreos, a hot dog, and a bagel with jelly!
After the race, I tried to stay away from people - I didn’t need to hear them gripe.
I knew people around me would be in a bad mood, because I was pretty ripe!
Thanks for reading, and I hope you had a good time.
Check back in a few days for more photos and details, but no longer in rhyme.
Aside from peeing and pooing, sounds like you really did great! :-) I know at my last sprint tri, my race number almost ripped off my bike. Lance too. I thought it came with a disqualification. So 2 mins isn't too terrible. Nice ryhme :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for giving us the scoop
ReplyDeleteon your race, the weather, a lost bottle and even your poop!
great race and great rhyming recap!
ReplyDeleteA long post was written with much thought and care.
ReplyDeleteMaybe next time the rhyming you will spare.
Not that it was bad, weak, or lame.
But because I can't stand singing results that put me to shame.
Great race Steve.
lol. i think from now on you should always write in rhyme. good stuff!
ReplyDeleteI think we have some things in common, I always have to unload before a race, to make sure I'm ready.
ReplyDeleteGreat job at the race.
You are funny.
ReplyDeleteThat race report was good and funny.
ReplyDeleteYour time was fast: did you win any money?
Jenny
Great race report!!
ReplyDeleteI have nothing I can say that will compare to that post! Good job.
ReplyDeleteGreat report.
ReplyDeleteBy the way I'm thinking the "ol lefty" ploy is a bit of a bad news bears trick. Ow, my ach'in leg, don't think I can run very fast.... and then vooom 21 minute 5k.
Great job! Nice to see you and sorry I couldn't enuciate "CADEsDad" as you flew past.
Cadesdad, I still feel like an ass. And I DID NOT fly by (but thanks for saying so!).
ReplyDeleteIronJenny, no money. But nice rhyme.
You sound like Adam Sandler from Mr. Deeds :-)
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