My Sprint Triathlon Results – Unforeseen Hurdles!

I had every intention of posting a recap of my recent sprint triathlon the day of the race, or at least the day after, but now it’s already been 4 days! In my defense, the event was plopped right in the middle of a family beach vacation so right after the awards were handed out, my brother-in-law (who also raced) and I took off (in a car… not swimming, biking, or running) back to the beach. I might’ve been able to post something soon after but when there’s 15+ people (I lost count after my brother’s 5th child was born), it’s basically like walking into a carnival fun house every time you open the door.


So a day went by. Then another. It didn’t help that the day I got back from the vacation I caught a cold. Sniffle, type, cough, type, achoo! Then boom it’s Monday and here I am posting for the first time about the only race I will have done twice. But I’ll do my best, kind of like the race… all I could’ve done was try my best.

Waiting in the packet pick-up line.

As I said before, this is the first race I might’ve done twice so I was pretty excited to compare stats from last year’s results. But at the same time, I was going from a vacation (somewhat already exhausted from beach activities and lots of pickle ball) so I’m not so sure my entire system was rested and 100% ready.

Family pickle ball tournament.

Race Day. Wheels up at 5am and the entire ride there was in the dark. Anyone who’s done morning races is familiar with this. The sun hasn’t even peaked over the horizon as we drove 2 hours northwest. Besides lots of deer along the roadside, we made it there without any major hiccups. Turning into the park, I’m reminded how much I love the pre-race environment with folks setting up their transition areas, going for a practice swim, loosening their legs with a jog. Chatter. Body marking. Music. It’s great. But my bro-in-law and I were faced with a couple of setbacks before the race even started. Obstacles that could take us right out of the race completely.

How did we react to these unforeseen hurdles? Did we make it to the start line on time? Was a DNF on the horizon, along with the sun?

Check here for the rest of the story…

-Out of the Wilderness


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Since 2005, I've called Nashville home. I'm the leader of the pack, which includes a 13-year-old beagle and an 11-year-old blue heeler mix. My days include writing, video editing, and other fun activities. Thanks for checking out my blog, I hope you enjoy it!

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