Last weekend my friend Cheryl and I raced in an all-women's triathlon up at Lake Berryessa.
Jeremy, Emily, Cheryl and I drove up the night before and camped at a campground at Lake Berryessa, just across from where the triathlon was to start. We wanted to get good spots to rack our bikes, and also didn't want to wake up at 4:30 am to make the trek up to Napa from SF. The campground was more of a parking lot than anything else. You set your tent up right next to your car. We were in hysterics. Despite the oddest "campground" ever, it was nice to be spending time under the stars, which are so much brighter away from the towns. We spent a nice evening munching trader joe's cheetos and playing a funny word/phrase game that Cheryl brought.
We woke up the next morning to what sounded like a semi truck driving right past out tent. Upon arising from the tent we realized this roaring noise was coming from a campground host vehicle no bigger than a golf cart. Strange.
The triathlon itself was awesome. It was a 1/2 mile swim, 15 mile bike and 4 mile run. It is fun having my strongest area go last; I feel like I'm pulling out my secret weapon with the run. Cheryl and I were both pleased with how we did and were both able to improve our times from last year.
I once again got so excited about triathlons--caught the bug, you might say. But alas, it is the end of tri season and by the time they start up again I will probably have forgotten how much I loved it. Just like last year.
In the following photo you can see my arm coming up for a stroke. Mine is the arm in the middle, the one that seems to be coming out of the water a lot higher than everyone elses. I am informed by those who know anything about swimming that this is a good thing, 'tho I'm not sure why.
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