Just Tri-ing it out before I buy it

Peter, Alex, and Klock have been bugging me for over a year now to try a tri. They haven't quite convinced me yet but I have added an occasional bike ride into my training this year. If my lunch was at a different time, I'm sure I could be talked into doing some laps during lunch too. Not right now, but maybe later. I don't know. I think a tri is in my future, but I don't have any definite plans for one as of yet.
This weekend's race was the Lake Nasworthy Beginners Triathlon put on by the San Angelo Road Lizards. As with other races here in San Angelo, I decided to volunteer instead of compete as I'm still in that "building" phase of training. This was the first time that I'd ever even watched a triathlon, much less been at one.
Show time was 0600 and, to my surprise, Team RWB showed up in force.

I'll be honest, I wasn't much help during the first part of the morning. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I got in the way more than I actually helped. I did help a little in passing out some of the shirts but I decided not to volunteer to be the number writer onner guy. I figured they would need to be legible.

I never got the note that we were supposed to be wearing a Team RWB shirt, but at least I had a Road Lizards shirt. And, yes, I'm pretty much just in the way here.

After we got all of the participants written on and registered, it was time to head to the beach.

Race Brief!

Anddddd GO!

One poor kid went way off course, but rallied well.

I decided that the swimming would be by far the toughest. The first couple were out of the water in 5 minutes, I'd probably be double that.

This kid went way off course, but rallied well and ended up coming in 8th place overall

After the swim was the bike, they did a 10 mile out and back.

Finally came a 2 mile out and back run. The winner finished in about 48 minutes!

Savage!

She was pushing it super hard at the end, great finish!

The Green team finishing together

sorry, taking pics and checking time at the same time... didn't quite come out this time

Last two came in strong!

Cool Kid Crew Post-Race. (Yes, they even let me in the pic)

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