"Exercising" the Danskin Demon (Part 2 of 3)
By trigirl13 on September 13, 2011
This post this second of a 3 parter about my first successful triathlon. If you missed Part 1 you can find it here. Just a scant 10 minutes and 50 seconds after entering T1 (not even exaggerating, you guys), I was ready to head out on my bike. Patty had prepped me for the course with a variety of training rides. The course included some mild slopes and one crazy access ramp.
The ramp was within the first couple of miles of the ride. There were volunteers stationed ahead of the hill, shouting at us to get ready by shifting (all together now):
(I really struggle with figuring out my gears.)
As we rounded the corner we saw the carnage on the ramp! Everyone was pushing their bike up the hill, but my partner in crime, Patty, and I were determined to ride! (Yeah!) I let the pushers know I was there as I forged my way up with my increasingly desperate cries of:
Patty was fortunate enough to witness someone vomiting into the hay bales as she biked up.
Awesome. Coincidentally, when I was hanging out with the paramedics 2 years ago, I heard this gem over the walkie talkie:
Read the rest here!