There were horrible storms last night that kept waking me up. Which was fine, since I had a horrible race nightmare to go with.
I had a dream that they couldn't find my registration and I had to go to the library to look it up online, but then there was no way that I could print it, and on the way back to the race, I got stuck in a Christmas parade. I ended up missing the whole thing. In the dream. In real life, I'm about to have my PB sandwich, hop in the shower and load up my crap.
With any luck at all, the next time I log in, I will be a triathlete.
I'm done. Finished in 1:54, by my watch. Swim took me more than 15 minutes -- for some reason, I just couldn't move in the deeper end (all of 5 1/2 feet!). Bike was done in under an hour, and the run took me 35:51 minutes for 3.35 miles.
I was *NOT* the last one across the line... there was a guy who had a blowout on the bike who came in after me, although I don't think his times count. I caught up to Andrea, a T-in-Ter who had leg cramps and was walking about mile 1.5 of the run, and we ran in together, although she ran ahead of me at the end.
That was the hardest thing I've ever done. And that's coming from a person with five 5:00+ hour marathons under her belt. And two pregnancies with 9+ pound babies. How lucky that I don't have to wait long to do it again!!