Mad Dash
Slept in on Saturday until around 9:00am and next thing I know, Brenna, who was fighting a cold, was asking me if I'd do the bike leg in a triathlon she had signed up for. That would give her time between the swim and the run to dry off and maybe she would not get more sick...funny logic no?
Being the good sport, I said yes, and we rushed down some breakfast and headed to Aubonne to change her entry from individual to relay. We made it in time and next thing I knew Brenna was plunging in the pool for her swim.
It was a nasty site. 24 swimmers of all sizes snaking through a 1 lane maze. Pretty clever but ineffective way to turn a 25 meter pool into a 200 meter long course. As the mob funnelled into the pool, Brenna had the misfortune of getting stuck behind a pretty heavy and big guy doing the breast stroke. She bravely attempted to pass him on one or two occasions but got body slammed into his armpit each time. She finally relented.
After 200 meters of this, it was out of the pool, run and jump back in the other end for another 200 meters of fun. Trying to pass her obstacle on hard albeit slippery ground, Brenna went down on her knees...all scraped up she then made the plunge for round 2. I wasn't sure if Brenna was going to make round 2, but I needed to get down to the bike for the transfer.
To my great relief, Brenna was soon running towards me with skinned knees and Mr. Whale in close pursuit. She handed me her 'meter' and I took off for my 22km ride. Still fighting a bit of jet lag and about 10 pounds of too much German food over the last week, I had no idea how I'd do. There was a strong headwind and lots of climbing.
I stayed focused on my average speed, hoping to hold 28km/hour. I was barely pushing 20 and my stomach wanted to hurl...Seemed slow, but I was still passing many and gaining ground so maybe I wouldn't disappoint Brenna.
Finally got to some downhill and had a long stretch of steep drops with a nice tailwind. My eyes were watering with the wind but I could still see just enough to stay in the right lane and avoid upcoming cars. I hit a top speed of 73.3 m/hour but still kept the rubber between me and the road.
One last climb and I was back for the next hand off. Average speed: 30km/hour!
Brenna was surprised to see me back so soon but quickly took the meter and ran off for her 5km dash. She later confessed, that knowing I worked so hard had motivated her to put in her best. and she did...She absolutely hauled!! Despite the hills, she was back in 26 minutes, bandaged knees and all!
Icing on the cake... we had moved up from 23rd place to 12th! Not bad for a days work.
Actually, not bad at all. And best of all, it was a great shared moment between father and daughter!
;-) Dave
Being the good sport, I said yes, and we rushed down some breakfast and headed to Aubonne to change her entry from individual to relay. We made it in time and next thing I knew Brenna was plunging in the pool for her swim.
It was a nasty site. 24 swimmers of all sizes snaking through a 1 lane maze. Pretty clever but ineffective way to turn a 25 meter pool into a 200 meter long course. As the mob funnelled into the pool, Brenna had the misfortune of getting stuck behind a pretty heavy and big guy doing the breast stroke. She bravely attempted to pass him on one or two occasions but got body slammed into his armpit each time. She finally relented.
After 200 meters of this, it was out of the pool, run and jump back in the other end for another 200 meters of fun. Trying to pass her obstacle on hard albeit slippery ground, Brenna went down on her knees...all scraped up she then made the plunge for round 2. I wasn't sure if Brenna was going to make round 2, but I needed to get down to the bike for the transfer.
To my great relief, Brenna was soon running towards me with skinned knees and Mr. Whale in close pursuit. She handed me her 'meter' and I took off for my 22km ride. Still fighting a bit of jet lag and about 10 pounds of too much German food over the last week, I had no idea how I'd do. There was a strong headwind and lots of climbing.
I stayed focused on my average speed, hoping to hold 28km/hour. I was barely pushing 20 and my stomach wanted to hurl...Seemed slow, but I was still passing many and gaining ground so maybe I wouldn't disappoint Brenna.
Finally got to some downhill and had a long stretch of steep drops with a nice tailwind. My eyes were watering with the wind but I could still see just enough to stay in the right lane and avoid upcoming cars. I hit a top speed of 73.3 m/hour but still kept the rubber between me and the road.
One last climb and I was back for the next hand off. Average speed: 30km/hour!
Brenna was surprised to see me back so soon but quickly took the meter and ran off for her 5km dash. She later confessed, that knowing I worked so hard had motivated her to put in her best. and she did...She absolutely hauled!! Despite the hills, she was back in 26 minutes, bandaged knees and all!
Icing on the cake... we had moved up from 23rd place to 12th! Not bad for a days work.
Actually, not bad at all. And best of all, it was a great shared moment between father and daughter!
;-) Dave
posted by DFisch at 1:51 PM
1 Comments:
Yow! By the time you come home, Brenna will be ready for the Pikes Peak Ascent or, even better, the Danskin Triathlon!
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