What a Sunday morning... My pre-race report.
Alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. 4 ladies crawled out of bed, got dressed in triathlon clothing, used a lot of body glide, made coffee, called the valet for our cars, packed up the room and headed to the race site by 5:10 a.m.
I put Blain together in the parking structure, gave him some chain lube, pumped up the tires and headed to the transition area.
I set up my spot and slowly started to mentally prep for the year's first triathlon. After chatting with other DC tri people, I started to put on my wetsuit. We all head down to the start and realize how strong the current looks - but the rain has stopped. The race director changes the course from a 1500M swim to 300M swim. I am okay with this because it's still a swim.
15 minutes later, the first wave goes off. All you see is blue caps swimming, but fighting the current and getting pushed down river. Blue cap after blue cap grabbed a kayak and it starts to happen... The voices were getting louder and louder - "It's a du, dropping the swim, it's a du". C.R.*.P.
And during all of this swim watching, it started raining, again. But this time, sideways.
We all get back to the transition area and everything is soaked. Shoes, Blain, trans towels, jacket. And it's cold.
I took some stuff back to the car that won't be needed for a du and try to mentally prep. About 8 DC tri people all huddle around discussing proper ways to bike in the rain. We are here, might as well give it a shot.
Stupid stupid stupid mother nature.