I got beat, roundly beat, by my training partner. It wasn’t luck or skill, he’s been serious about training and I haven’t. I paid for the two weeks where I didn’t train much for work and vacation—I simply didn’t give the Tri the same devotion I did the Marathon. The times tell the tale, although it could have been worse:
Total Time: 1:48:02
Place: 68/133 in my age bracket--just missed 50%
| Swim | 00:24:02 |
| Trans1 | 00:03:21 |
| Bike | 00:54:43 |
| Trans2 | 00:01:25 |
| Run | 00:24:29 |
| Swimrank | 927 |
| Bikerank | 767 |
| Mph | 16.4 |
| Runrank | 244 |
| Pace | 00:07:54 |
Training Partner Time: 1:41:59
A good training partner lets you know how much he could have beat you, by telling you after the race that he smoked a cigar and drank the night before the race—yeah that burns. My claim to fame, and only shred of dignity was a 15 second win on the bike, where my ride was clearly an advantage in the gimp race between my fixie and his alley salvage mountain bike. This close outcome insures an arms race going into our next Tri, and by my logic, the bike I buy has to (again) be faster than the bike he buys to have a chance to win at least one leg of the race.
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