How To Heal Road Rash

As you may have guessed by the title of this post, I had a small crash.  A small crash can be defined in that there are no broken bones, you can ride your bike home, and everything should heal in a couple weeks.  One of the most annoying aspects of a bike wreck is Road Rash.  Having 3 boys, a bike riding husband, and plenty of first aid experience to go with their multiple scrapes, I am well prepared.  My first encounter with road rash was learning to do hurdles on a cinder track.  Anyone who has ever crashed and burned on a cinder track, does not need me to elaborate on the importance of getting all of the grit out of a fresh wound.  Cramer makes a product called Cinder Suds which is a great addition to any biker's first aid kit.  However, since I did not have that product I went with a hot shower and antibacterial soap, yes it stings.  The first step to healing road rash (and protecting from any infection) is to clean the wound well, so after the shower I also poured hydrogen peroxide
on each wound.

 Next, I highly recommend Advanced Healing Bandages, there are generic varieties like CVS which work well, and they come in multiple sizes.  They cover the wound, are waterproof, seal out contaminates, and you can leave them on for up to 7 days or until they start to leak.  The best part is, as the wound heals, a protective pillow forms as the bandage absorbs exudate from the wound.  The moist environment prevents a scab from forming, but also facilitates the healing process.  If you have had an unfortunate run in with pavement, these are your new best friend.  Cathy had told me about arnica extract and it's healing properties, which is what I'm using on the giant bruise on my left butt cheek.  I will spare the readers this photograph.
The last picture is one of the wounds after 3 days, everything is starting to heal up nicely.

Finally, although I was lucky enough to have a "small" crash, I was glad
I had worn my "Road ID" in case it had been worse.  Every rider who
goes out alone as we do, should have a Road ID with emergency contact info, and medication allergies.
http://www.roadid.com/Common/default.aspx

What does one do after a bike crash?  An initial 24-48 hour period of wound care, ice, self pity, and further injury assesment is permitted.  Assuming your bike and body are in riding condition, at that point one gets back on the bike!

NYC or Bust!

The new Freedom Tower beckoned us!

A few years ago Mike and I became intrigued with the idea of riding from our Putman and Westchester County, NY bike paths to New York City.  A local paper revealed the full distance of the Putnam, North County and South County rails-to-trails bicycle paths of which we had only traversed parts, and the cyclist-writer dreamed of a fully connected trail system to New York City.  As I looked at the map, there weren’t that many gaps in the trail systems so I began to dream too.  Then, one day while on the trail we met someone who was making the trek and explained the best route was to take the Broadway Bridge that connects the Bronx and Manhattan.  But, then, he worked in a nuclear plant and may just have been a little crazier than the rest of us…

In the last few years we made some attempts to travel further south on the North County Trailway and onto the South County Trailway.  There is a gap between the North County and South County and mysteriously no signs so by trial and error we figured out the best mile plus route through some roads that weren’t on the main thorough fare, but we had only ever gotten as far south as northern Yonkers.

Beginning in Pleasantville, NY

What better way to spend the last weekend of summer than attempting this dream ride.  We checked the weekend weather and with only a 10 percent chance of rain, declared Saturday would be the day we would attempt to check this ride off of our bucket list.  Consulting Google maps “beta” bicycle mapping system and a NYC bicycle map (you can download it here http://www.nyc.gov/html/dot/html/bicyclists/bikemaps.shtml)  I had picked up at a Bike Expo last year, I mapped out our route beyond the South County trail.  Our plan was to park at the Pleasantville, NY train station (18 miles from our house in Stamford, CT), which both offered free weekend parking and was one of the closest train stations to the North County Trailway, requiring only 1.4 miles on the roads.  Google maps said it was 32.9 miles from the train station to Times Square, NY.  We would ride down and take the train back.

When we awoke on Saturday morning, the hourly 10 percent chance of rain had changed to 30 percent all day.  Mike reminded me that still meant 70% chance of no rain.  Arriving in Pleasantville, we discovered half of the free parking spaces populated with a Farmer’s market and then remaining spaces full of the home-grown shoppers.  Patience prevailed and we snagged our spot.  We suited up and made our way on Route 117 south past Pace University (this stretch has no good shoulder but we were able to manage ok in the traffic – there is a sidewalk you could ride or walk your bike on), and then made a left turn into a parking lot with access to the North County Trail and we were golden!

We followed the relatively well maintained North County Trailway for 6.4 miles until coming to its end, where you take a left on Warehouse Lane to New York 9A / N Saw Mill River Road, which is a busy road not great for cyclists.   Instead, take your first right onto N Payne St (.1 mi) continuing onto Hayes St (.4 mi), continuing onto Vreeland Ave (.2 mi).   Upon coming to the end, cross W Main Street/Route 119W to pick up the South County Trailway.

Made it to the Bronx!

We followed the South County Trailway for a total of 11.9 miles into Yonkers and sometimes with the Saw Mill River Parkway in view.  The last couple miles of the trail provide a sweet down grade – we flew and thanked the bike Gods that this would be a one way trip and not require the return up hill.  And, suddenly, the trail ended and we found ourselves entering the northern, wooded tip of Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx.  We knew this part – known as Old Putnam Trail – would not be paved but I had envisioned a true bike trail.  This was more like a 3 foot wide hiking trail in the woods.  We managed ok on this 1.6 mile stretch but if there had been rain in the hours or days before, it would probably be impassable, particularly on a road bike.  As we made our way to the southern tip of the Park, we came across a number of sports fields and the sites of the Bronx, one of New York City’s five boroughs.

The Hudson River Greenway provides great views!

At the base of the George Washington Bridge.

At the southwestern side of the Park, you can get the number 1 Subway (its last stop is at 242^nd street).  If the traffic looked too hairy, our backup plan was to take the subway a few stops to 215^th street (bikes are permitted on NYC subways).  I had already decided that we would abandon the Google map beta version in favor of a NYC Bike Map, which mapped a 2.4 mile route with a bike lane (take a right onto 238 street and a left on Tibbett).  I actually didn’t have to consult the map from here as the bike route was well marked – we just followed it to the Broadway Bridge to enter Manhattan, which was easy enough to cross using the wide sidewalk, and continued on the well marked bike route to the Hudson River.  Once arriving at the Hudson River, we carried our bikes up the stairs to access the Hudson River Greenway.  And voila, we were experiencing arguably one of the greatest bike paths in the country viewing the Hudson River and running parallel to the Henry Hudson Parkway (every time I drive into NYC, I’m jealous of the cyclists!).

The new Freedom Tower is majestic!

The Hudson River Greenway is continuously under improvement with many parks, beautiful sculptures, some waterside dining, and thankfully some reasonably kept public restrooms.  It’s 8.3 miles of pleasurable - although busy - riding down the west side of Manhattan to 48^th street. 

We decided to keep going about another 4 miles down to the Financial District.  We picked our lunch spot at PJ Clarke’s ( http://www.pjclarkes.com/hudson/ ) with outdoor dining not far from the base of the newly constructed Freedom Tower and enjoyed the view of a small marina with some sizable boats and the Statue of Liberty in the southern distance.

Great lunch spot!

 

We did the return trip back up to 44^th street since there were signs for the bike route to Grand Central Terminal.  Making our way through the pedestrians in Times Square was perhaps more challenging than riding in the bike lane with New York City traffic!

Times Square Madness!

Mike E&Y office in the background.

In what seems like the bargain of a century in New York City, you can purchase a lifetime bike permit for $5 at any window in Grand Central (The website said you had to go to window 27, but that was not true.  You have to fill out a brief form).  Metro North allows up to a maximum 8 bicycles on a train on the weekends unless they have special bike cars – the conductor directed us to put them in the handicapped areas so I assume that handicap individuals would take precedence.

I would have to put this ride on my list of top 5 rides ever!  There was the adventure factor, the great views of the Hudson, and the sheer coolness of now being able to say I rode my bike to New York City.  The really great thing was being able to do this 42 mile ride using protected bike trails 85% of the time and bike lanes 9% of the time.  Only 6% of the ride – and only in the parts of Westchester County – was on roads without a bike lane.  Kudos to the non-profit and governmental agencies that are starting to make this country more biker friendly!



Grand Central Terminal

Wahoo! Winning Vineyard Warriors!

I’m going to cut to one climax of this story:  After a comedy of errors this season, I got my first age group podium medal!  In fact, I think it may just be the first sporting medal I’ve ever won!  But just so you keep reading, there’s more to the story…

Mike and I spent much of our summer triathlon training at our favorite place on earth, Martha’s Vineyard.  Even before I got hooked on triathlons, I fell in love with this bucolic Island and over the years have biked most of the bike trails and roads of this 87 square mile triangle off of Cape Cod, Mass.  Once I became a triathlete, my love affair only deepened as I appreciated even more so the perfect swimming beach – State Beach, which is just a mile from our home.  I went from being in awe of watching an endurance swimmer easily glide from the lifeguard chair at one end of the beach to the “jumping bridge” (packed with kids and adults and acting like kids as they jump, dive and occasionally add an acrobatic stunt into the waters below) to myself becoming one of those open water endurance swimmers by the next season.  The usually calm waters in this stretch make for the perfect .9 mile Olympic swim training ground – throwing in some choppiness every once awhile for good training measure.

As we did our final swim, bike, runs over Labor Day weekend before our taper down week, I followed Diana Nyad’s endurance swim hoping this time she would overcome the jellyfish and prevail.  “Wishing you success from Martha’s Vineyard,” I posted on her Facebook call for support.  Meanwhile, another Diane and her husband Eric, who would be joining us for this year’s Mayone Vineyard Warrior Tri-fest, were doing their final training stints.  You may recall that earlier this summer a bunch of us descended on their Philadelphia home for the Tri Rock and Diane was my relay partner last year for the Martha’s Vineyard tri.

We all arrived on Friday and took a leisurely walk into town for a visit to our favorite harborside restaurant.  On Saturday, we rode the bike course and made our way to Oak Bluffs for registration and the most innovative race briefing I’ve seen to date – a Martha’s Vineyard sightseeing bus served as the venue as we got a tour of the course!  I have to hand it to Matt Brickman, our race director - this was a creative solution to counter last year’s issues with signs being blown away.  No excuses this year!  He had also made the course simpler, creating a 1 bike loop course for the Sprint and a 2 bike loop course for the Olympic so he would not require as many police officers and volunteers.  We did a warm up swim and felt good and confident to go.

As we assembled our numbers and readied our gear, Diane revealed I had her magic number – 411.  It’s her birthday and a sign that her father who passed away is with us in spirit.  We did our obligatory pasta dinner and then were down for our early bedtimes.

I had a great night’s sleep and awoke to a day that appeared to be good racing weather.  I had good feelings about this race until I arrived at the water and couldn’t believe the swim course was a .4 mile swim for the Sprint as a buoy kept looking like it was moving farther out to sea.  And for Mike, it would require 2 swim loops for his first Olympic distance race.  Mike was in one of the first waves, Eric in a wave after, and Diane and I were in the last wave.  I watched a male swimmer clearly struggling after the first buoy.  I assumed he just wasn’t a good swimmer.



Mike and me post race

Similar to the Mossman, the tide was fairly low and some people were taking up the sport of water running.  I decided to swim the whole distance, but many racers did get out in front of me as a result.  As I rounded the first buoy and began swimming parallel to shore I realized why the struggling swimmer had so much trouble – good swimmer or not, this was a tough current.  It took forever to get to the next buoy and only then did I realize, I still had another buoy to go!  I felt like I was in the water for a very long time, especially as some of the male Olympic swimmers lapped me.  As it turns out, I was – it took me 34:33 to complete the course, almost the time it normally takes me to do more than twice that distance.  For Mike, it was probably a 1.2 mile course and he completed it in 48:52 minutes.

The swim tired me out more than normally but I tried to quickly transition to the bike, which other than some head wind, proved to be a good ride as I knew the course well.  On to the run, I saw Eric returning as I was just getting going so I knew he was doing well.  And when I saw Diane, I let her know, “you may be the winning woman!”.

And she was!  Just as 64 year old Diana Nyad proved to us you are never too old to accomplish a new feat, my friend Diane won her first Sprint distance race, proving 50-somethings can kick many younger asses!  And her husband Eric, who somehow excels at this sport by training through activities like constructing the family’s driveway, took 3rd place overall, and 3^rd in his age group.

When they called my name as the third place winner for the 40-49 age group, I was truly surprised.  I was quick to assume that there were only 3 people in our age group, but there were actually 10.  And, I felt like I had truly earned the win with that tough swim!

Winning Warriors!

Mossman: Know Thy Finish Line!

Beautiful Seaside Park in Bridgeport, CT

Who knew that such a great seaside park existed in Bridgeport, CT, which is unfortunately notorious for its high crime index versus the US index and low CT index.  But Bridgeport’s most famous citizen is P.T. Barnum and as the founder and producer of the famous circuses in his name and as the city’s former mayor, he put both talents to use and had a vision for a grand park that was created from 1865 to 1920.  He also donated land that now encompasses the 370 acre park.  Calvert Vaux and Frederick Law Olmsted, already famous for designs of Central Park and Prospect Park in New York City, provided the blueprint.

As we prepared for the Martha’s Vineyard triathlon in September, we got the itch to put this good training to use and after hearing about a great race,  we signed up for the late August Mossman Olympic Triathlon in Seaside Park.  For me, it gave me an opportunity to compete in my second USAT sanctioned Olympic distance Aquabike and get my national ranking.  For Mike, an Aquabike offered up a nice training race as he prepared for his first Olympic distance race.

The day before, we did a warm up swim and loop around the lovely, flat bike course that is almost entirely along the water.  Since this race is in our backyard, we planned for a “just in time” arrival and boy was it!  As race day mornings go, the clock seems to tick faster than normal, and on this morning I seemed to require extra bathroom stops as well as had the chain on my bike come off just as I was about to exit transition – I regretted my seconds ago dismissal of Mike who had asked if I was good to go.  I found myself running down to the water not yet fully suited up as they played national anthem.
 

Mike is looking good!

Being in the Aquabike category, we were in the last wave.  Based on the waves ahead of us, it was clear the current was extremely low.  While some people were water running to the first buoy, I decided to swim the entire distance – I wanted to accurately know my time and this was the swim event after all, not water aerobics.  The swim felt great – I exited the water at 34:47 which is pretty much on par for my Olympic distance swims this season.  I really wanted to get my bike speed up on this race with it being a flat course.  We had to loop the bike course 5 times and for the first 3 quarters of the race, I was managing to maintain a 17 mph or more speed, but by the time I finished, my computer said 16.9 mph – the head wind was strong in parts and I couldn’t maintain it the whole time, but it still represented my fastest time this season.  I really don’t know how have in previous seasons I managed a 18 mph pace in a couple of races, even if they were shorter – I guess we move up in our age groups for a reason!

I had close to a 17mph bike

So here’s where the story of this race gets interesting.  Both Mike and I each entered the transition area after the bike portion and thought we were done (he was ahead of me by about 25 minutes).  That’s how it worked when I did the Philly Aquabike race.  So we each began changing our clothes.  I checked my Blackberry.  We each began packing up our gear.  We each had the same realization that the chip was still around our ankle so we asked a volunteer where we hand it in, and to our surprise, we had to run out of the transition area and follow the not so well marked, handwritten signs that pointed to the Aquabike finish – which turns out was the same finish line as everyone else.  So Mike went running out with his flip flops on, and I ran out with my water bottle and Blackberry in hand, producing some pretty silly finish photos! 

Well, in the end I penalized myself around 10 minutes with that error but it would just have meant I would have come in 4^th out of 6 woman instead of 5^th – but I still beat the 23 year old, ha!  Mike came in 5 out of 8 men and would have come in 4th.  So we’ll add this one to the lessons learned races.

Um, a flip flop finish?!

In P.T. Barnum’s autobiography he expressed the hope that: ”When the hand that now pens these lines is stilled forever, and thousands look… across the water to Long Island shore and over the groves and walks and drives of the beautiful grounds at their feet, it may be a source of gratification and pride to my posterity to hear the expressions of gratitude that possibly will be expressed to the memory of their ancestor who secured to all future generations the benefits and blessings of Seaside Park.”

Yes, P.T., we’re grateful you’ve built such a beautiful park.  And, we’ll take a lesson from you as you clearly had the finish line in view when you started.

Kickin’ Butt at the KIC IT

 

Move outta my way guys - I'm going (center, left blue arm)!

I’m still trying to figure out why I had the race glow for a week later after this Stamford, CT based race sponsored by the organization Kids in Crisis when all I did was the .9 mile swim portion of the relay.  I did have a PR of 34:00:07 (including about a 30 second run to the chip mat) but as I look back, it wasn’t so much the time but the confidence I had for the first time of the season, and in the event that was once my weakness.

Relays are great because you can just focus on one event and not worry so much about all of the logistics.  They allow you to both be part of the action and to be a spectator, giving you a great tri experience with less of the stress.

It helped that I had an opportunity to warm up both the day before and the morning of the race.  I had decided going into the race that I would give it my all, since I was only doing one event.  Still, since relays usually go last and put the best, former swim team member they can find on their team, I had that “I’m going to be the last out of the water” worry going into the swim.  As I looked around at all of the yellow caps, I realized I was also in the biggest wave and would be surrounded by the male 45+ age group in addition to the relay teams.

Not wanting to get pummeled, I decided to start in the back.  But a funny thing happened on the way to the buoys.  As I look at the pictures, I was actually a bit in the middle, leaving some of the guys behind me at the start.  I also decided to give myself a slow start, and I actually thought all of my wave was far ahead of me.  Perhaps they were, but as I rounded the first buoy I was amongst a pack.  And I was mumbling inside, “get out of my way”!

I sighted each buoy perfectly.  Mid-way through, I was catching up to people in prior waves.  In the home stretch I felt strong as I saw other swimmers slowing to catch their breath.  I had paced myself perfectly.  As I got out of the water, my watch read 33 something. I ran out of the water and sprinted as fast as I could.  By the time I got to the transition area, I was huffing and puffing.



Mike on bike



Cheerleaders keeps Ben strong at the finish!

Mike took the chip and went off on the bike, returning to T2 1:20:50 later. Our new friend Ben was off for the run to bring the relay team home in 2:48:47. We finished 9/23 amongst the mixed relay teams, with me placing 13th in the swim, Mike 5th on the bike and Ben 4th on the run.

I’m still glowing. I’ve come a long way in my swimming.

Our mixed relay team finished 9/23

 


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Rockin’ in the City of Brotherly Love

Mike's swim wave lines up

What do a guitar, bottle opener and a medal have in common?  It's what is placed around your neck after finishing the awesome Philadelphia TriRock race.  And if you place on the podium, the trophy is a beer mug that can be put to use in the Beer Garden.  As the winning woman Pro said, "it's a very useful trophy"!  This well run race with around 2500 participants between the Sprint and Olympic races had it all including racing with pros like Cameron Dye and Andy Potts.

Mike and I headed down on Friday for a reunion with our Vineyard Warriors with friends Diane and Eric as our host.  With the sprint race on Saturday and the Olympic on Sunday, we had people racing on both days.  Mike did the sprint (.5 mi swim, 15.7 mi bike, 5k run) and I did the Olympic aqua bike (.9 mi swim, 40k bike), my first such event.  With a restless night sleep on Friday and early start Saturday, I was tired just being a spectator!  Mike had a good sprint race finishing 19/68 in age group with a time of 1:35:34 (16:28 on the swim, 49:11 on the bike, and 24:17 on the run).

The Sprint gang got us started on Saturday

I was slightly concerned going into my race - I've had a lingering cold and cough since early May that has kept me from swimming as much as I normally do and my last - and my only - open water swim this season which was only 500 yd swim was rough.  The swim course in the Skuykill River was point to point and looked LONG (so long you couldn’t see the entire course end to end).  And, my longest ride this season was only 18 miles.  I at least had a solid night's sleep on Saturday night.  But, there is that moment at the start of many races when you ask yourself "why do I do this?"

I found my answer in the swim as I got past the first 200 meters and went into a comfortable swim stride and eventually confidently caught up to some people from prior waves.  I found my answer on the bike when a spectator in a lonely bike stretch held a sign that said "you inspire me".  And as I passed the Philadelphia Art Museum, aka the Rocky Steps, I felt truly victorious!   In the end, I completed my first Olympic Aquabike with a time of 2:18:30, a 34:24 swim and a 1:41:05 bike. 

The Olympic gang continued on Sunday

And, once again I found my answer in the weekend's camaraderie with fellow triathletes and old and new friends.  We descended on Diane and Eric's house and shared a wonderful weekend in the City of Brotherly Love.  Our friend Antoine took second place in his age group and Diane took third in hers.

As part of the athlete briefing, a sports psychologist spoke and told us you can only be courageous in the presence of fear.  My overall place in the Aquabike was pretty dismal (the winner swam the course in 17:32, faster than many pros!), but I felt victorious nevertheless, overcoming trepidation and completing a new distance and event.



The age group winners toast with their trophies!



Gretna Tri 2013

Yes, it's been a while since Barb did a post... 3 weeks post Gretna Tri I've finally got a moment!  The week leading up to the Gretna Tri did not look good.  Even though it was very hot early in the week, other lakes in the area were measuring 54 degrees with an accuracy rating of 2 degrees.  I could not find the Gretna Lake info online, but I knew it would be cold.  I tried a swim in my full wetsuit and my arms felt so constricted I couldn't stand it.  So I had to decide: did I want to be fast, or warm?  I decided on fast (of course I did) and settled on the sleeveless shorty with an under armour top. When the lady at the registration tent claimed the water was 65 degrees, which was apparently measured in the shallow area near the edge in the sun,  I think I was happy to be deceived.  It was going to be damn cold.
Friday I left work early and headed over to Gretna to pick up our race packet.  Cathy and Mike were on their way into town, so I ran home and picked up Bella and met them in Gretna (7 minutes from the house) to talk about the set up and layout.  It was a beautiful day, but the temperatures were falling throughout the week, Saturday was going to be cool and overcast.  At this point it was more about mental preparation than anything, it was going to take a lot to get me in a cold lake at 8 am.
We headed back to the house to unwind and unpack.  Cathy and Mike got their bikes and equipment ready, Cathy armed with a checklist of necessities and rules.

Mike the Bike Mechanic

Bella Guarding the Gear

   I had ordered a tray of stuffed shells for dinner from the Amato family at A&M, so I was busy heating those, and making the rest of dinner meanwhile.  Just to add excitement (as always in the Life of Barb) I also had to return a runaway Golden Retriever to the neighbor's house.  Dinner was delicious and fun family times, after which Cathy and Mike enjoyed the massage chair.  Pete showed up home from college, and then Derrick and his girlfriend Kristin arrived shortly thereafter from Richmond.  They were in town for a wedding - so after months of "empty nesting" I had a house full of people.  Mama Potena was happy, the house was full and everyone was well fed.  For once I drifted off to sleep easily before a race, since I was in my own bed.  The same can't be said for Cathy, who woke in the night and couldn't get back to sleep.  She later said her mind was circling around the race video we had made weeks earlier on her iPad.
I woke up full of P&V, rinsed off in the shower as is my pre-race routine to "wake up" my muscles.  Mike had mastered our fancy coffee maker and helped himself to one of the delicious NY fresh bagels Cathy had brought.  I had coffee and a peanut butter bagel, and felt relieved I only had to do one event this time instead of 3.  This also meant I had less equipment to worry about, everything seemed very casual as we got ready.  Cathy seemed a bit sleepy headed and disorganized, but I didn't think much of it at the time.  Bella, Derrick, Pete, and Kristin were all sleeping in, while we headed out the door for Gretna.  We were there in plenty of time, Cathy seemed disappointed that there was no warm up swim.  I was not disappointed, knowing there would be nothing "warm" about this swim.  Mom and Dad came for moral support - which is always needed and appreciated.

Dave's Bike

So we prepared our transition areas, got body marking, and met up with our runner - Wendy.

Barb and Dave's first Relay

Wendy runs marathons, she was so disappointed to be missing Boston with an injury.  When the bombings happened, we all breathed a sigh of relief to know that she and her family were ok.  They had been in Boston for the weekend, but came home early due to her inability to do the event.  We are all looking at things a little differently after that, knowing sometimes it's better not to question why a strange injury occurs at an inopportune time.  She would have been running slow because of her injury, and crossed the finish line late compared to her normal pace.  She would have been right there when the bombs went off, thank God she wasn't feeling well enough to run that day.

Dave & Wendy

I was remaining calm right up to the moment I went down to the beach to wait for my wave.  Thankfully, Wendy came down to support me, which was much needed.  Finally, my wave was being called, and I was thinking: ok, no turning back, it's going to be cold, it's going to suck.  I got down in the water, way down so I could adjust to the temperature before we set off on the swim - my heart rate steadied and I felt fine.  Just like Quakertown, as soon as we started to swim, the cold temperature took my breath away and caused me to struggle all the way to the first bouy.  

Me apparently running with my eyes closed.

I consciously reminded myself I was on a team this year, so quitting was not an option, and pushed on through the cold water one stroke at a time.  Finally I rounded the first buoy and felt good.  Since nobody was around me, I flipped over and started a strong back stroke.  Every 8-10 strokes I turned over to breast stroke so I didn't get off course.  After rounding the second buoy, I side and breast stroked all the way in to shore... whatever worked best!  I thought my time would be 20 minutes because it felt like an eternity, but it turned out to be more like 15 so I was happy.  I had enough energy to run all the way up the the bike transition, where Dave had a little trouble getting the timing chip velcro undone.  He headed off into the hills and I shivered.  I changed into dry clothes and added extra layers, still I was shivering for 40 minutes after the swim.  Dave and Wendy mentioned something funny about Cathy not wearing a helmet, but they weren't sure what happened.  Cathy had the most experience out of us all, so I thought - that can't be possible.  Yet here is the photographic proof... she did run out of the T1 sans helmet, but luckily the race crew caught her and sent her back for it.  Dave had a good ride through the hills of Gretna, which he has the advantage of knowing very well.  Wendy and I had a good time trading event stories while we waited for his return.  Wendy kicked butt on the anchor leg of our relay, helping us to obtain a respectable time.  Doing a Tri as a team is possibly more enjoyable than doing the whole event, supporting team members is gratifying and there is less pressure about equipment.  If you're short on training time, as I was this year, it's a relief to only need 1/3 of what's required to make a decent show at all 3 events.  

Cathy - center of picture, running with bike, wearing Yellow Tri Top, and No Helmet

We laughed most of the weekend about Cathy's rookie mistake, but I'll let her tell that story!  Dave and I did our first event together, and it was a great weekend with family, friends, fun, and food.  After I thawed out, I decided it was great fun and I think Dave would like to do another Tri in the future.  To me that is what these events should be:  fun, family, friends, camaraderie.
To me, if I can't come in First, Second, or Third, then I'm just doing it for fun and competing against myself, the clock, and in this case the elements.  I like swimming, but I don't love it enough to train more than 3 days a week.  Running is of course my favorite event, and yet that is the part I must train the least due to being in "preservation mode" with a knee that will eventually need replaced.  I'm beginning to love the bike, and hope to do at least one bike event this year.
For now, we all had the nerve to "be there" and give it a go; and we were all did it together - that was what really mattered.  Our Relay Team did pretty well for our first ever relay event,  we finished 33/59 with a time of 1 hour and 35 minutes.  Wendy headed off to her out of town wedding with black numbers on her hands, very elegant.  Such is the life of an athlete.
The moral of the weekend is:  We had the nerve!

Yes we had the nerve!