It’s hard to turn down Phish tickets, so when your brother shows up in town with an extra lawn “seat” you tend to take it. Even if you have a sprint tri the next morning.
It’s equally hard not to have a beer or three and impossible to not breathe in all the smoke around you. I was at least able to respectfully decline a hit from the most prepared concert goers I have ever come across in my life. But that’s another story. I even got to see Fishman do his vacuum solo!
Well, in hindsight, that all was a bad idea.
First, I set my alarm for PM instead of AM. Amazingly, I woke up in time to throw on my tri suit and run out the door to my (thankfully) already packed car. I raced to Oswego and beat the packet pickup cutoff by minutes.
I believe I died once while swimming, taking 11:22 to swim 600 yards. Hungover with a contact high will do that to you.
I slightly recovered for my bike and run and came in a respectable 7th in my age group.
| Swim | T1 | Bike | T2 | Run | AG Place | Finish | |||||||
| 11:22.5 | 01:23.5 | 40:21.2 | 01:23.1 | 26:11.7 | 7 | 01:20:42 |