float the swim, walk the bike, crawl the run

i did my first triathlon this past weekend and I didn't need any kind of medical attention, iv fluids, laying on of hands, or divine intervention.  well, at least i think i did it without divine assistance but who can be sure. 

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my brother remembered some 'fine' liquors that he had 'found'.  

clearly, they needed to be tasted before something

as important as my first race.  what if i drowned and never knew 

what rare cream sherry tastes like?

as is evidenced by the tiny bandage on my thumb, ie: my shifting finger,

i also competed with a finger handicap.  we figured that i would be in so many other kinds of pain that i probably wouldn't be thinking much about my thumb. 

this is the lake at some ungodly hour of the morning, not long before the race began.  

it didn't seem like i was the only one who thought the course buoys were really unreasonably far from the shore.  nice sunrise, though. 

number 984.  i felt good about that number.  an odd number to start then two nice even numbers, one half of the other.  probably represents something or other.  seemed like it meant i might not drown, which was my theme fear of the race.  WAY above sunburn or humiliation. 

scary.  that's the buoy WAY out there on the horizon.  then we hooked a right and went to another buoy and then back to shore.