Day Three, Sunday–Race Day Morning and Evening Out
I was up at 5:30 to get dressed and drive the 45 miles/minutes to my race site. This one started at 8:00; many of them start at 7:00. I have a one piece trisuit that zips in front; sometimes I have more difficulty getting into (or out of) it than some of the dresses I wear…
The order of triathlons is swim/bike/run, with the legs going from the most risky (drowning while swimming) to least risky (running). Usually before the start you have at least a half-hour (often more) of waiting. As I swim barefoot, yes my painted toes were on display.
While waiting for the swim to begin, I was sitting on a bench with a young guy (25; they write your age on the back of a calf so you know the other competitor’s age). This was his second triathlon; I told him I’ve been doing them on and off for 32 years. I was sharing some tips I’ve learned, and he seemed to be looking at my toes and wondering “what’s up with that?”, but he didn’t say anything (I do have a plausible cover story if someone ever asks).
The course was windy (probably 20 mph winds) so the bike leg was brutal (about 1/3rd into the wind). The wind kills your time AND your legs. I was hoping for under 3 hours, but ended up at 3:12:40. Oh well. As a consolation, I won my age group (two of us) and won a beer glass and a photo opportunity on their podium.
When dressed, I do get compliments on my legs, and be assured I work hard for them. Like Kandi, I train both to do better in my races AND to look better in a dress or skirt (and like Kandi, I have lost a fair bit of weight over the last several years, to accomplish both better race times and smaller clothes sizes).
After the race, I drove a couple hours to Chicago, checked in and unpacked (and CDs take lots of clothes and shoes with them). I then showered, painted my fingernails (poorly) and dressed in my cold shoulder brown top and Spanx leggings (which are skin tight and feel great).
My hotel was in a LBGT friendly part of town, and because my sister lives about a half mile away, I have stayed in this hotel before with my wife. I recognized the desk clerk from my last stay (she didn’t remember me). She asked why I was staying. I answered to visit with friends. I was tempted to tell the truth, but decided against. To exit the hotel I will have to pass the front desk. I have learned to deal with it.
I walked a couple of blocks, found a BBQ place, ate my ribs, and tried not to smear lipstick everywhere. Afterwards I went next door to a grocery store/pharmacy combo and bought some knee high stockings, a pair of nude hose, shaving cream, nail polish remover, and some Band-Aids for blisters. I will be doing a lot of walking here, and I have flats but prefer wearing more girly shoes. I need to get my tootsies ready for four days of abuse.
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