Well....just a reminder: I've spent the last month on limited running because of a piriformis issue; had minor surgery on the 10th which wiped out a week of training or exercise of any kind; and I did a 15k on Saturday.
For some reason, I expected this race to start at 7:00AM, but found out at packet pick-up the first wave would swim at 8:00AM and I'd go at 8:25 in the last wave. (Late starts like this aren't a great idea in Texas in the summer.) So, I putzed around taking my time getting the transition settled and making it to the water. I was in the back of my group starting off, but managed to make it through to the front of my group (relatively speaking) and catch some slower swimmers from the prior wave. I was kicked, managed to kick others (NOT intentionally) and spent most of the swim in breaststroke because my arms weren't helping in the free. However, I was less concerned about the kicking than I was slurping down some of the swamp water from the canal. I did choke down one gulp - so if I'm not posting in the next few days, you'll know why...
The run to the bike felt good, but my legs were tired from the 15k and from the swim.
Previewing the bike course last week helped me anticipate hills and where I'd need energy. I didn't have much in the legs for climbing, but flew on the downhills. My bike time surpassed my practice times for that distance, so I was happy. I didn't expect much for the run and that's exactly what I got. Lots of run-walking for me in the rising heat of the sun.
One saving grace, sort of: on the back of the run, I tried to encourage a runner who kept looking down while trudging along. I passed her but told her to keep her head up and look forward to passing me later. We played cat'n'mouse the rest of the way. My final pass of her - within .1k of the finish - I told her to c'mon and boy did she. I was picking up speed for that last lil' bit and she stayed with me and managed to pull ahead into the finish. I guessed it was her first and I was right - so I congratulated her on her diligence in the run and strong finish. That was probably as much fun as doing the race.
So, technically - "Iron" Girl I'm not - more like tin or aluminum. But the race was relatively well-organised and the course was easy. Oh - my times? Well, I'd hoped for 90 to 92 minutes (best case) and by my watch turned in 96 minutes. So, considering I had run the day prior, my hip was yelling at me, etc. etc. - I'm pleased.