Last year my college girlfriends and I started an annual tradition of doing the Las Vegas Iron Girl Triathlon. Its the perfect place for a reunion since its the middle place between California, Utah, and AZ (where most of them live). So this year when I signed up I thought... "Hmmm maybe if I sign up for the Olympic tri I will train for it and it will help me get into shape." Well I was wrong. I didn't train for this beast and boy did I pay for it. The swim went well. It was a mile in a lake and I felt good about the swim. THEN the biking came. This was 25 miles of torture for me. I had only ridden my ghetto fabulous bike (that weighs a ton) three times prior to this event. And we rode up a trail called the three sisters... you can imagine what the sisters looked like. Not only as the trail crazy hard but the chain came off my bike half way through the ride so I was stranded (because I know NOTHING about bikes) for like 10 minutes trying to fix it. Lastly the run... wait, let me correct myself... the 6 mile HIKE was awful. It was pretty much straight uphill all six miles, on a dirt trail, in 95 degree weather. It was miserable.
Yet... I had such a fun time doing it. I already can't wait until next year.
(Jessica Kerr... you better be there next year)
(Don't be jealous of my super cool visor... I may look like a dork but I was never more happy to have shade on my face)
After the race we headed back to the hotel for a little R & R (I kind of hate that phrase). We tried sleeping by the pool but it was just too hot for comfort... so what do 5 20 something year old girls do on a hot day in vegas? Play with their underwater camera that they finally found.
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