Lake Monona, which was a hell of a lot different than race day. Without buoys and early morning on a holiday weekend felt entirely different. I wanted to do two miles, so I swam from the swim start at the water ski jump towards the bridge, then swam left along the shore before turning back. What I didn't anticipate was the fact that you could hear the boats underwater, but didn't always know where it was coming from. I was already freaked out about the possibility of a distracted boater running me over, but then hearing the engines from afar made it even worse.
So that sucked.
After that, I planned to bike. But I forgot sunscreen and had to get that, and it was time for second breakfast and I waited until Machinery Row Bicycles opened to get a few more essentials. Basically, it was the longest T1 ever.
When I finally set off from Monona Terrace for my ride, I realized how sucky biking the stick out to the loop was when regular traffic was still making its way through Madison. It took me an hour just to get to the loop, and there were some hills and hazards in there that were not fun. Also, apparently it was Be an Asshole to Cyclist Day, as I got honked at twice. Once, in Mt. Horeb, the guy actually pulled over to yell at me some more while I passed. Such a pleasant human, I'm sure.
Also, thank goodness a few men of the Marquette University tri team were out biking the course, too. When I made it to Garfoot, I was super confused as there was gravel at the start of a rather hilly portion of the course. The guys happened to be driving by as I stood staring at my phone, utterly perplexed, and assured me it was part of the course.
When all was said and done, I biked 75 miles before destroying a delicious dinner at The Old Fashioned and slept very, very soundly.
This weekend, I have a 60-mile bike to run workout, and I hope to get in one more big swim. The countdown is on to the Door County 70.3, so here's to getting my act together for the big dance.