Sunday, September 16, 2007
smurfette and rainbow brite do the duathalon
whose bloody idea was it, to do this bloody race, at the bloody sparrow's fart, on a bloody chilly sunday morning? oh yeah. mine. no one should be awake at 5am (still dark) on a weekend morning unless it's to empty their bladder (which i actually did several times, but did not get the pleasure of stumbling back to bed).
"smurfette" and "rainbow brite" were respectively christened by our bottle bunny/driver/light entertainment/cheerleader, due to the colours of our jersey's- although it was probably more reflective of the blue circles under my eyes. i was responsible for the 5k run before and after RB's 30k bike ride. i just re-realized that while i enjoy running a steady 10k, i do not enjoy running a fast 5k; twice. i was not designed for speed; short, stubby legs, and short, stubby lungs do not respond well to a series of 9 minute miles. fortunately the competition covered the spectrum, from "shirtless guy" in a TT helmet who blazed us all on 2 feet and 2 wheels, to the "mall girls" in matching tie dye, riding pink magna's (with kick stands) and no bike helmets (tsk! tsk!). the runner versus cyclist change over, turned out to be a great ego equalizer for those of us (that would be me) who were getting a bit smug out there trotting past them, only to watch the slower pokes spin back in, and have a comfortable head start on the final 5k.
aside from the obvious, one of the bigger lessons i came away with from today, is that there is a universal rule that applies to rickety bridges over cliffs, tall buildings, and port-a-loos; "don't look down".