The race started with a 5k run, but I don't have any pictures of the run (thank goodness!) because my mom and I didn't realize that our wave started at 7:00 a.m. and not 7:30, so we'd inadvertently told our cheerleaders and photographer, a.k.a. family members, to show up a half hour late.
My mom and I arrived at the race with about ten minutes to check in, set up our transition areas, make a quick bathroom break, and dash for the starting line. In fact, I could hear the announcer yelling, "Thirty seconds to wave one," as I sprinted out of the restrooms. I was screaming at my mom to go to the starting line, and she was yelling at me to grab the energy bars. By the time we made it to the starting line, the gun had gone off and we were already out of breath. From sprinting, and from laughing. I can't imagine how frantic we must have looked.
Here I am leaving the transition area to head into the 20k cycling portion. I was so exhausted I could barely get my leg over the seat. I think I'm going to make this my profile pic on Facebook. What do you think?