For this race, they not only marked your arms and thighs with your bib number, but they marked the back of your calf with your age. I declined to have this done yesterday, but this morning, I thought - heck yes! I am 57 years old and participating in a triathlon! I am happy to claim that.
This race was HARD. The water was cold which necessitated the use of a wetsuit. Swimming in a wetsuit is like swimming in a body sized girdle. I think if you are stick thin that might feel good, but it is tricky for others. As I was swimming, there were two separate occasions, with two separate women, where I needed to stop and stay with women who were in trouble and flag down some help. I had to do what I learned how to do in AA - just be with someone and just let them know someone is there, and someone cares. They both couldn't breathe because of their wetsuits. My swim took about 15 minutes longer than it normally does, but I was grateful to be able to be there for those women who needed a hand.
If I would have gone out there this morning just to show off my athletic prowess, the day would have to be considered a dismal failure. But before I left the house this morning, I prayed for God to show me how I could be of service to Him and my fellows, and He did!
It is also very nice to hang out with women my age in the transition area. There aren't many of us at a triathlon. It is super fun to hang out before and after the race and also as we may catch each other on the transitions.
The other thing? It is so nice to see women's breasts. Most women who do triathlons wear tri suits, which are like swimming suits, and then when we get out of the water, we just get on the bike with that and a shirt or not - I always put a skirt and a shirt over my tri suit. Anyway, so here are all these women without their usual breast hardware, a.k.a. bras. And do you know that real women's breasts look virtually nothing like those big round hard things that protrude just south of the collarbones of actresses, models, and other people who like to show them off? Just an observation from a triathlon....
I am grateful to be a sober woman who gets to do stuff. I get to be happy to let someone put a "57" on my leg. As I passed another woman on the run portion, she shouted out to me "AGE ROCKS!" and I agree!
Life is so good.