Friday night’s sleep was absolutely horrible. Norah and
Maizeigh shared a hotel bed and MZ is a very fitful sleeper, she was all over
Norah and Norah kept waking up every 30 minutes or so whining because Maizeigh
had a leg on her or her arm over Norah’s face. So I felt like I didn’t get any sleep
come 5:00am. My race start time wasn’t too early, but Dad’s was 7:00 and we had
about 20 minutes to drive from our hotel to the Sandy Beach area. We got ready
and headed out of the hotel. I wasn’t nervous. I don’t think I ever really got
nervous this race. The go horn sounded like Dory on Finding Nemo trying to do
her whale talking. It was hilarious and very gloomy sounding. It was a mass female start. Christi and I
hugged and I picked a spot on the
outside. When the dying horn went off, I was ready. My plan, like always is to
swing a little wide to get out of the craziness. I got kicked in the
chest/shoulder once and skimmed some girl’s VERY prickly legs. For the first
little while of a open water swim, you have to totally disregard all the
practice you’ve worked on with your form and go into survival mode. And keep an
eye on the buoy so you stay on course. Once the group thins out a little, its
easier to swim: several strokes before you glance up for the buoy. Our buoys
were big and green. The first time I looked up I couldn’t see it. Then again
and again. I was starting to get worried, where was my green buoy. Then the
next time I looked up, I caught a glimpse of it, BEHIND the sun. The sun was
shining so bright and beautiful right in front of my first buoy. My goal was to
get to the sun. Keep swimming, keep fighting, just get to the SON. In life isn’t
that our goal, to get to the Son? Every
time you get close to the goal, it gets a little congested. There’s so much
going on in life, so many people around you trying to get you off course, but
you stay focused, you stay on course. I’m almost done, I’ve almost made it to
the finish and my course actually crosses over the course of the mini triathlon
( they’re swimming parallel to the shore and I’m swimming vertical, straight to
it). I’ve never experienced this. But it made me think: when we’re close to the
shore and have endured our race, Satan will throw his darts at us from all
sides, trying to get us to cave in. This is where I swallowed water and started
coughing really bad, but tried my best to keep my stroke going so that I could
finish.
I got out of the water, feeling really good. I ran up that
HUGE hill to transition and tried to go as quickly as I could. I was not ready
for the hills of this course. I’m not a very good cyclist and add hills and
then I’m really not good. My goal was to stay about 13 mph the whole time. Unfortunately,
that first hill had me to 6 mph. It was rough. At the top of the hill, we turned a corner,
thank goodness a little break. NOPE, it went up more. I struggled, the first 5
miles to catch my breath. I finally had to tell myself “breath in and breath
out”, I knew that if I kept my hyperventilating style breathing then there was
no way I’d succeed. At around 10 miles, I had had enough. I thought “ Heavenly
Father, please let it finish now, these hills are too much, just change the
course, let me be finished already” But then I heard in my mind “I wouldn’t
have registered you for THE race if I didn’t think you could finish it. It may
be hard but I know you can do it” This past week has been one of the hardest
weeks I’ve ever had in my life. And I have prayed for guidance on how to handle
the situations I’ve had. This was Heavenly Father’s way of answering those
prayers. Yes, this life is hard, but He knows we can do it. He has faith in
US. We just need to put our faith in Him
to be able to endure through it all. The hills kept coming, one after another
and then there would be a tiny little dip, only to be followed by another hill.
In life, sometimes, we have trial after trial and it seems so hard to keep
going but then Heavenly Father gives a little light at the end of the tunnel (or
a little dip down in the course) to remind us that we can handle it. “It’s not
over yet Mary Beth, here is a little break but there will be more hills, you
have to keep going” About this time, I had thought to myself, you’re doing
good, you’re trying hard and then I hear “I’ll see you in a few minutes”. It
was Christi, she had caught me on the bike and was telling me she’d see me at
the end. She passed by and I realized I still had some fight left in me. So I
kicked it up a notch and stay with her for the last 5 miles. We pushed each
other, like you’ve never seen. As we’re
rounding the last corner, uphill, less than a mile, Christi says “I hope they
have their cameras ready”. They didn’t, they weren’t ready for us together! It
was fun to see the surprise on their faces.
We hopped off our bikes, onto jello legs and ran our bikes in. I got my
race belt (a belt that holds your running number) and took off. At least I
thought I was going to, but I had a cramp in each calf. It was torture. I managed to save my stride and stretch out
my calves a little while I ran. The run was straight up until half way, then it
was straight down. I felt like I had a
decent run. 29:14, not terrible for after a 750 meter swim and a 15 mile bike.
I placed 4th in my age group. All the age group
results aren’t up yet, but I think there were 13 people in my age group. My
goal is to always place at least in the top half. Before the race started Kevin whispered to me
“remember you do this for fun” Yes I swim, ride my bike and run for fun!