View of olympic swim |
Sprint and supersprint location |
Around 1 or 2 am, the thunder started to roll. Now, I love a good rainstorm as much as the next person, but not when I have to wake at 4:30 and the dog is hopping on the bed then off the bed, on the bed and off the bed, nails click-clacking on the hard floor in an echoing room trying to escape her terror. My mind started wandering in my half-asleep state as to how I was going to manage the fast downhill on the eastbound shoreway with rain on my brakes. I wasn’t concerned about anything else. I’m already wet on the swim, and a rainy run would be refreshing. See, I’m one of those people who would rather watch their kids grow up than go on a rainy training ride and wipe-out. I ride my bike on the trainer in the basement instead. Needless to say, I don’t have much experience riding in rain.
View from E 9th towards Lakeside |
On the commute downtown, the roads were remarkably dry. I was quite surprised and giddy! Everything was coming together. I couldn’t even believe it when I was getting blinded by the sun on my swim. “Ok! The rain is past us,” I thought (incorrectly)! However, on the bike, fighting the hills and the wind, I was too distracted to notice that the sun had disappeared. It wasn’t until the 3rd loop on the bike that I realized it wasn’t my sunglasses making the sky dark; it was going to rain. Oh how I prayed that I could make it into transition before it hit…
I received the news that bad weather was coming as soon as I dismounted the bike and I couldn’t help but feel concern for those still trudging up the shoreway with the wind and hills. I’ll be honest though, I was relieved to be off of the bike. I saw the clouds. I knew what was coming… Fortunately, the good Lord had mercy on my soul and saved the downpour for my run, which actually felt quite nice!
The wet, lonely finish line |
While storms thankfully did not happen, race companies are put in a tight spot; risk bad weather if people stick around, or risk decent weather if they’re asked to leave. It’s a tightrope and I’m glad I didn’t have to be the one to make that decision. It’s hard to turn down a party!
The only limb left to write on |
I will see you next year! Until then, I leave you with a little poem…
“Weather… or Not”
Whether or not you wanted to wakeWhether or not you swam towards the lake
Whether or not you were caught in the rain
Whether or not you raced until pain
Whether or not there were cheers at the end
Whether or not you are now on the mend
Whether or not at the line you did cry,
You did it ‘cause you were Inspired to Tr
Wind--the day before |