Chau, Liam, Lisa and me.
Cinco Ranch Sprint: Race Report or Yeah, the bike works.
1. I've met so many new people through all this, and saw them there: tricommune regulars: Chau, Liam, Mike, Terry, Natalie, Philip, Ryan. Also bloggers JT and Jessica. Ironbabes: Ann, Adrienne, Casey, Ann (the other one), Manny, Diedre, Stacy, Annabelle. And I met new Sugar people: Lisa, Andrew, Kelly. Did I meet Trent? Sugar fans who I heard call out. Buddy and Paulina, were you there? Uhm, others, so if I left you out, sorry!
2. I'm getting better: total time of 1.33.29; 15th of 51 in my age group.
3. Swim sucked. I'm never going to get used to being beat up by other women in the water. Also I stepped in ants at the swim start.
4. T1: sucked because my aero bottle fell off and then I couldn't clip in easily on my new pedals (Looks and I'm used to SPDs)
5. Bike was brilliant in every single way. 19 miles in 50.28 = 22.6 MPH. 2nd on the bike in my age group. The girl who came in first only beat me by 18.3 seconds. To be nit-picking about it - I wasted time clipping in and then missed the turn at the end (I was having so much fun that I didn't realize it was the end of the bike), so passed the turn and had to brake and turn around. So maybe I could have had a faster time. I passed that girl once, then she passed me and asked if I was in relay. I had no idea why she was asking that, then realized later that she was surprised that anyone could be in front of her! (She won the age group by lots, so had no worries.) I passed a bunch of guys. Heh heh, love passing boys because boys suck.
I felt very fast.
6. T2: unremarkable
7. Run: the bane of my existence (how melodramatic is that.) Everyone I passed on the bike passed me quickly on the run (sigh.) After about 1.5 miles, I started feeling okay. Then I started laughing and singing. If triathlons cease to be fun, I will stop doing them. The song that stuck in my head this day was "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps", you know the one sung by Doris Day. Not really great for setting a fast pace. I ran 9.51 minute miles (fastest for me ever!) ! I really don't know how it is that I feel like a slug and getting faster all the time.
8. After the race: beer, water, banana, beer, long nap, margarita, cake, Philip's b-day party.
9. Eye candy watch: This is Chau's influence, but how can not you not look at hundreds of half-naked men? We checked out #332's abs in not-so-subtle way. Just a fringe benefit of the sport. Which makes me end with a thought which I think I coined first, but can't claim officially: The feminist movement did not stop the objectification of women as sex objects. What it did allow was women to objectify men as sex objects as well. And I'm okay with that.
Yeah, I guess it works OK.
Posted by: Greyhound | October 01, 2007 at 07:32 AM
Yeah, um. Is it rude to type HOLY SHIT on someone's blog? Cause that's kinda the first thing that came to mind.
I'm getting a new bike now. I've been slowly looking for just the right one, but seeing results like that, I'm about to pick up the pace. Ha! Pace! Teehee.
Posted by: IM Able | October 01, 2007 at 07:57 AM
damn.....i want your bike sooo much now. congrats on a BAD ASS BIKE!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Jessica, a Houston Runner | October 01, 2007 at 08:08 AM
so like, why did your bike come with the special sauce, and my bike didn't. i freakin' sold it to you!!
awesome job yesterday. congratulations!
Posted by: Liam | October 01, 2007 at 10:33 AM
yeah jane! you're kickin some major ass.
but i'm gonna kick your ass in the book game.
Posted by: william | October 01, 2007 at 08:41 PM
eye candy is part of the fun in this sport. i'm honored to be a bad influence.
jane's addiction rocks! great race!
Posted by: pinkgurugal | October 02, 2007 at 06:17 AM
Sweet race speedy, but I have to ask, are we men just meat to you?
Posted by: blink140.6 | October 02, 2007 at 08:05 AM
Sweet bike and even sweeter bike split.
Stay tuned...
Posted by: TriBoomer | October 02, 2007 at 08:06 AM
Dang, woman. Remember, its not the bike, its the motor. You got one hell of a motor, girly!
WTG - and I love that you gave Ms. AG Winner cardiac arrest. Keep 'em sweatin'.
Posted by: Phoenix | October 02, 2007 at 11:15 AM
Man, you totally rocked da house! Congrats on a great race. I've NEVER avg'ed 22mph in a race. Like Michael Jordan used to say, it's not the shoes! You're a natural biker. Don't worry about the run, you'll get there. It's the one that takes the most time and patience. But once you get your run down? Look out!!
Posted by: Paul | October 07, 2007 at 09:11 PM