Sunrise at the Boulder Reservoir. If I wasn’t so nervous and in the porta potty, I might have enjoyed it!
I’ve said it before, this place called Boulder sucks:
You can see the terror/worry in my eyes.
I remember seeing the photographer inside a large fishbowl and wondered what he was doing.
“Hello, I am smiling to hide my anxiety. Right now I am actually peeing in my wetsuit.”
Finally getting in my groove:
About 3 miles from the finish line. What’s not to smile about except that it’s 95 degrees and I almost crapped my pants.
Coming into the finish, glad this bitch is over.
This moment was worth 15 weeks of early morning workouts, one crash on the bike, the nerves, the uncertainty, the training hours:
PS: Finish video is HERE if you care.