This year's race was shifted deep into the Fall. Dave D had other plans, and Rick Ferrell was rehabing a bum knee. I am still not ready for a pavement half marathon on my left leg, so it was going to be me alone, banditing just the swim and bike.
Trouble was, we had fog... |
Soupy fog, which just got thicker the longer we stood around |
That's the Cocoanut Grove, a hundred yards away and barely visible |
Too dangerous for the power boat rescue crews to be criss-crossing out there, turning triathletes into chum. So we waited for the fog to clear... |
...but it just got thicker. And darker. Those palm trees are barely 50 yards away |
Some did not give up hope |
As the chill deepened during the wait (now an hour long)... it was time to generate some heat |
Then the word came - the swim was officially fogged out. Pretend we swam, walk across, wave starts to begin at the swim finish. |
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The first wave goes off, and it's time to put down the camera and get ready for my bike |
After returning home, a self-portrait. My bike time was a solid 5 minutes off of last year's time, so I was happy. |
Later that weekend, dinner and carving pumpkins to celebrate the beginning of the holidays |
My bike time was 3:30:33, and the outleg was only 5 seconds faster than the return. Since there was no wind this fine foggy fall day, that seemed to indicate I could keep my race pace up for a half Ironman bike distance and feel good at the end. Progress on my post-surgery saga!
