Tony broke into a sprint immediately after the starter’s gun sounded, sand from the beach filtered through his toes before he dove into the lake to start the race. The swim was the first event. It was a mile long and grueling. The cold, dark water was uninviting, very intimidating. As he splashed forward, his eyes caught the glimmer of several small perch. To motivate himself, he tried to catch them, pushing forward hard in the pursuit of the gills. When he emerged at the end, walking on the beach, exhausted, he was glad that was behind him. Sand filtered over his feet as he ran on the beach, approaching the next event.
He moved onto the run, which was a 10-K. It was up and down small hills, through the woods and along a river. He had to be careful not to trip on tree roots along the path. He took off in a sprint, and finished the running leg in record-time. Hooray!
He felt like he had enough in the tank to finish strong. Thus, he mounted his bike -- a “Specialized” -- red, white and blue racing cycle, with a gearbox that had 18 speeds, most of which he would use. His confidence soared, as well as the excitement about crossing the finish line and being surrounded by adoring family and friends.
He sped over the start-line and onto the track, which was a highway closed for this event. The bike-portion of the race was 15-miles, and it covered up-and-down hills, curves and around a crystal blue lagoon. As he picked up speed on the bike, he could feel the breeze in his face and the adrenalin pumping in his veins. The yellow line on the middle of the pavement flew by him and he picked up speed. He had to be careful on the turns not to spins out because the road had gravel and potholes. He was vigilant. His eagle-eyes focused on the pavement and he avoided the ruts in the pavement.
He came around the last turn and saw the finish-line. His bike was cruising, and he pressed forward. He crossed the finish-line and was relieved the race was over. He walked over to the refreshments table and jugged a blue Gatorade. After catching his breath, he strolled over to a bar and ordered a Special Export, nice and cold and very refreshing. That hit the spot!