What was I thinking? Yes, I asked myself that question the morning of Sunday, August 23. In April, I committed myself (ignorantly) to participating in the Tri the Rock, a triathlon consisting of a 300-yd swim (imagine 3 football fields....yep that's far), a 14-mile bike ride (imagine riding your bike from downtown Rockwall to Town East Mall) and a 2.9 mile run. Keep in mind- I was a gymnast and cheerleader. Endurance sports is not my thing. I have never swam. Never biked. Never run. Never played endurance sports like basketball or soccer. I don't think I had ever ran to my mailbox and back to my front door, let alone 3 miles. Crazy Jenny. So, I committed. Began training in June. Hmmm...from 0 to full triathlon in 90 days. Sure! I can do it. So, I practiced. Alternating activities, I would bike one day. Swim the next. Rest the next day. Run the next. This was my pattern to build up my strength in all areas. No one told me that I should be training doing ALL 3 of them in one session. I had done a 14-mile bike ride at least 6 times. I had swam 300 yards, at least 4 times and I had certainly gotten up to running 2 miles and I figured I could walk/run and it would be fine. I was nervous, but confident I could do it. I wasn't in it to win or even place, just to finish.
So, I can't sleep the night before. My stomach was in knots and I was so nervous. I rode my bike at 5:30 am to the YMCA where it began. I was so out of my element among the fitness elite and muscle bods. Holy cow! First up, the swim. I am number 375 out of 437. I make it in the water...9 minutes, 58 seconds later, I am out of the water. Pretty good for a first-timer. I place 373rd for the swim. Yea..I wasn't last place. Make my way to my bike and I am so out of breath. Get on, start peddling. About the 7th mile point, after about a gazillion hills, I have to stop and rest...fall off my bike, scrape up my leg. Cry. Get back on my bike. Pedal. I am the last one to cross the bike finish line. Last place...I'll take it. What?! I have to now run. Nope. I couldn't do it. I was so mad at myself, but I could not physically go anymore. So, 2 out of 3...ain't bad, right? Bret was so awesome. He was so proud of me for signing up and doing it and was my huge cheerleader. Thanks honey for making me feel like a winner, even though I clearly felt like a loser. Oh, wait...I got last place. I was the loser. Well, you know what I mean.
So, am I going to do it again? Heck yes! Now, I know how to train. I have experienced the adrenaline and the exhaustion and know what it's like. I will do it again. I will finish all 3 races and I will not be last place. Here's to 2010 Tri the Rock!

Bret snapped this a bit too late as I rode past him and the kids. You can barely see me through the tree.

After the race.