Like a Turtle Riding a Donkey (i.e. I'm Not the Fastest Cyclist)

I stumbled out of the swim and TriGuy was there, camera in hand.  I asked him when Ann Marie had come through.

I set about getting myself  through T1 and since I was right next to the fence, TriGuy came around to take pictures.  I was so diligent shaky and dizzy that it took me 6 minutes to make it through.  TriGuy was helpful by documenting the adventure.  He was able to document a lot.

I ran walked my bike up the hill and took a nice long drink out of my water bottle, since I didn't want to have to crash stop and drink on the way.

I hopped on the bike and traced the crescent moon.

I hopped off, repositioned to point the bike the right way (yes that happened)...and then, I was off!

I knew that my new bike would make me a bit slow so I expected some passing to take place.  But  I didn't really expect EVERY FLIPPIN' person to overtake me.  I was in an auditory bombardment of:

It. Was. Maddening.

And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, the 11 year old girl passed me...  And I never caught up. Buuuut, that's ok because she had a road bike and I was working harder than all those fancy road bike riders. Yep. That's m'story and I'm stickin' to it.

Honestly, that's about all I remember of the bike leg, except that I have a vague recollection of being passed by some dude on a really old bike.  Oh, and I'm pretty sure he was shirtless.

And hairy.

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