I tricked Andy into going to Las Vegas this weekend so I could do the Pumpkinman. We camped at Boulder Beach where the tri started instead of staying in a hotel. It saved money and was way more fun being so rugged and granolaish in the woods. Andy has turned me into a mountain woman! Not really, I'm just way more rugged than I use to be since we got married. Afterall, my husbands dream is to live in a cave in Alaska and wear flannel shirts & grow a big shaggy beard. How can he not rub off on me!
The race was a lot of fun, but definately way harder than the sprint I did a while back. A few weeks ago I had the option of switching races & I wanted to change to the sprint but Andy said if we were driving all the way to Vegas I had to do the full. Go hard or go home right? I about died on the bike portion and when I got to the transition area from bike to run Andy was nearby and I asked him "do I really have to run now ?" I was so not looking forward to it after the bike felt like it was 99% uphill, my legs were jell-o! I probably should have trained more, oh well.
This is a pic of all the "weenies" in their wet suits. I'm the one hiding wearing the tank and super hot spandex. Basically, I can't afford a wet suit so I pretend that only weenies wear them to make myself feel super tough.
Anyways, I finished & was glad I didn't chicken out and switch to the sprint distance. In fact, I got home & found a full Ironman in northern Cali this coming summer that I am going to do so if anyone would like to join me I'd love a training buddy. It's only 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run :) Hey, you only live once right? My philosophy is that if you're gonna die you might as well do it having fun.