This year I started the swim to the right thinking I could pick up a draft ,every minute a possible difference. With a line of surfers blocking the right side of the course near the start we got CRUSHED as the mob moved right. Dislodged goggles and foaming water forced me to seek the saftey of a surf board! THEN I crashed hard getting on my bike, my front tire slipping on the carpet which this year extended beyond the mount line, my previously fracturd shoulder finding asphalt. At mile twenty came up on me preventing a move from behind a slower rider I had just caaught. This group will break up and I will move left and then....." NUMBER 354. YOU HAVE BEEN ON THAT GUY'S WHEEL. I AM GIVING YOU A RED CARD....." The absolute ANGER in the marshal's voice cut to the core on top of nearly drowning and then crashing!
The run started rather good, 7:35 pace coming easily. But by mile 8 an 8 minute pace was hard and getting harder. By mile 13 I had to stop, stretch and then struggle on to mile 14 where it all came apart mentally and physically. I had trained too hard and too long and really too well for it to feel so bad with 13 miles to go. Even being in third place was not enough to keep me going. Unmet expectations encountered unexpected setbacks. Now the disappointment of DNF rests on a painful shoulder and bruised hip.