I did not have a clue what to expect, so naturally I went out and bought a book. "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Triathlons" Chris thought it was hilarious. Oh well you have to start somewhere, right.
Now on to the race!
The Gulf was rather calm that day with 1 to 2 foot seas. I will admit nothing could prepare me for 50 women jumping in the water swimming out to a buoy at one time. I had told myself to start on the outside of the pack. Of course my nerves got the best of me and I ended up right in the middle of all those women.
So we are off! The first time I got kicked in the face was brutal. I was not expecting it at all. I came to an abrupt halt, tried to stand up but shortie here could not touch, and swallowed what felt like the entire Gulf of Mexico! I told myself to keep going. There were swimmers in every direction. It was very hard to get your bearings. After getting kicked in the face 3 more times and pulled under by my feet once, I am finished with the swim and running up the beach to T1 to hop on my bike. Thank goodness for my friend Ana who recommend bringing a bucket full of water to dip my feet in and get all the sand off.
So I head into T2 - drop the bike and head out for the run. I feel surprisingly good and strong. All that running is paying off now. I pass a good 20 people, maybe even more. I wanted to yell "on your left" but a lot of them looked like they were struggling, so instead yelled encouragement. Next time I will push my self a little harder in the beginning of the run. I ended up running a 7:45 pace.