Once upon a time there was a little boy named Eammon who was born with Cystic Fibrosis. Its a genetic disorder where your lung goo is extra thick and you are basically strangling on snot your entire life.
You have a mother who loves you, because hey, who wouldnt, and because she's frustrated with your disease she decided to hold a fundraiser for CF research. Only she doesnt have a raffle or a charity ball or even a 5K. No. Eammon's mother is a Type A Overachiever. (I like her already) She organizes a Duathalon in the village of New Paltz, NY.
Entry is limited to 150 people, the run courses (2 miles each for leg 1 & 3) are along a rail trail (meaning **dead flat**) and the bike course is through some of the prettiest spring countryside you could see. We were inbetween farms and the Wallkill River the whole time. I saw hawks! People fishing! Horses. And did I mention this was pretty darned flat too.
Look! It's a terrible selfie with the transition area in the background.
There were no numbers on the bike racks, but they weren't necessary because it wasn't overcrowded with hyper-competitive jerks. I scored a spot on the end and used a nearby low-wall to put my nibbles.
Nutrition this race continued to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich 1 hour before gun. Works like a charm for me. Fitness has been rough with a long, cold snowy winter and a new job putting a major crimp on my time. Mostly, I was in this for ... um the fun of it.
Ok, now y'all think I really am loopy for calling a duathalon fun. But hey, some people have strange hobbies.
Anyway, running continues to be my strongest area 17 min for 1st 2 miles, 22 min for last 2 miles. Bike continues to be my weakness, 55 min for 12 miles. Roads were open but lightly traveled and intersections were well monitored. Many people pass me. I comfort myself with the knowledge that getting back out of the parking lot will not be a logjam. Everyone else will be gone by the time I'm done!
Chips? Race this small dont need no stinkin' timing chip. Its one wave. This guy has the official clock around his neck. They record your number as you come in and out.
And I finished. Actually this photo is a total lie. My sister took advantage of the gorgeous weather to go hike something called Gertrude's Nose in the 'Gunks. I had no support squad. It had to happen sometime. After I finished and caught my breath, I asked a random stranger to take my picture as I ran across the finish line again. 'cause I knew you would want to see it. Shh. Dont tell anyone. This will be our little secret, ok?
And now that the race is over I can reap my reward. This is the omelet I asked my father to make with eggs and potato. He does an amazing Tortilla Espanol and this one was OUTSTANDING.
And Eammon. Lets not forget about Eammon. Not only was this a terrific race: well organized, small enough, beginner friendly course...how can you not love a race where this is on the sign in table:
Wishing you a successful racing season: