My old college roomie Louise lives up in Cache Valley and does triathlons. I haven't gotten to the swimming-biking yet, but she found a race we could do together. The Ultimate Tri relay is comprised of 4 swim/4 bike/4 run -12 legs, totaling over 130 miles in one day. Louise asked me if I would come run two 6-mile legs. She swam one leg and biked one. The other 4 people on the team covered the rest. I woke at 4AM to meet a few other teammates to carpool with. And I puked on the way up. Yuck. After arriving at Pineview reservoir, I huddled in the backseat of the car until I could get myself upright for this picture:
and to watch my friend Louise swim...
...emerge from the water...
...still emerging...
...run up the beach and pass the slap bracelet off to the first biker.
The rest was a blur. I remember a black truck, nausea, a 6-mile run (1.5 miles out, 1.5 miles back, 1.5 miles out, 1.5 miles back -- really, triathletes? Can't make the course a little more scenic?), more nausea, bumpity bumpity bumpity, eating, throwing up, and this run by Jordanelle Reservoir.
Coming back from my first 3 miles
Contemplating why I had to run the same 1.5 miles there and back again
And finally decorating the side of the black truck with vomit as we drove into Midway. Yeah. Wow.So, those triathletes are a completely different breed of person! They're almost scary. But my team was fun and great and amazing. I'm glad they put up with the non-triathlete and her pukey chunks. Not sure if I'm going to do it again. Actually, I'm not sure that I'm invited...








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