Plan B, Miss 166, My Non-Water Resistant Camera, and My Cartwheel-Worthy Moment

2 Jul

Did it turn out the way I planned?

No. It almost never does.

Plan B was in full effect Sunday, along with the 100+ degree heat. But as with any Guatacular adventure, Plan B is always in effect, always making an appearance. It’s just the nature of the beast.

Sometimes Plan B ends up being even better than the original.

Yeah … this wasn’t one of those times.

In truth it wasn’t all bad. It provided me with some stressful situations that turned into comedic moments, which turned into great stories. I think that’s what Plan B is about … providing writing material. And it all starts with your plans … your goals.

Just finish.

Don’t fall and crack your head open, ambulances are expensive.

Don’t get a cramp and drown, it sounds like a painful way of dying.

Don’t let the Cha-Cha girl wearing make-up beat you.

Keep up with the 60-year old IronMan lady during the run.

Don’t use all the IcyHot on your quads the first night, your butt muscles could probably use some from all that bike riding.

Hanging out at the starting line trying to get into my Zen-like pre-triathlon frame of mind.

Hanging out at the starting line trying to get into my Zen-like pre-triathlon frame of mind.

All pretty high-achieving goals. I know. And this year an added bonus: Conquer Devil’s Canyon. As you might recall last year this bitch got the best of me and my back. It kicked my ass. This year however I swore I’d make it to the top without stopping and I had more than my pride and two months of yoga pushing me. This time I had extra motivation. I had to make it to my son’s race before it started.

So it was on.

The running went as expected. All the cover models wearing the right clothes, fancy triathlon watches and other expensive gear hauled ass at the sound of the starter’s pistol. By mile two, me and my Costco t-shirt and shorts made our way passed them.

I was doing well. I thought I got this! I made it to the bike transition, no worries. And then about five minutes into the ride, it happened. Plan B provided me with good writing material.

I mean how could I not write about how I almost fell off the bike and ate it because my dude actually did something nice for me. How does something nice go bad? When it’s too nice. He washed the bike the day before, but washed it so well that all the oil practically came off the chain, which then caused the chain to get jammed as I tried to shift gears. It was in a serious state of adhesion. I mean if I went up or down Devil’s Canyon like that, it would have been IT for me. Call the ambulance.

Yeah...this is where it happened. But no pictures of Angie as we were both in a hurry to get on with the race.

Yeah…this is where it happened. You notice how there is no one around … that’s because they all passed me. But no time for pictures with Angie as we were both in a hurry to get on with the race.

Luckily it happened early on. And I guess if it wasn’t for Plan B I wouldn’t have been reminded of random acts of kindness.

I didn’t even know her, but there she was … my savior wearing aqua blue nylon running shorts, a white breathable cotton tank top, shades,  and sporting the 166 ink on her triceps.

Angie. Oh Angie. My savior. Miss 166.

Since everyone was zooming passed me without giving me a second glance I thought I would jog with my bike to the water station and hopefully one of the sheriffs or volunteers would help fix the chain. You know, help me get back on track, because my grease stained hands were making no progress. But on my way there, I ran across Angie, who opened up her MacGyver tool belt to help me. I’m not mechanically inclined, so I had no idea how to unstick a jammed bicycle chain. But apparently  the “right way” was easier than the 15-minute method I tried.

But nevertheless Angie and I persevered. I gave her a Woo-Hoo high-five and promised to buy her a cold one once the race was done.

Triathlon 008

Devil’s Canyon … The Beginning

This 15-minute pit stop allowed for a lot of people to pass me, including some Cha-Cha girls in pink. It felt like last place had my name on it. However, this little setback inspired  a comeback. But I was a little worried because I hadn’t even encountered my nemesis yet: Devil’s Canyon.

However, setbacks have a way of pushing you so that you make it to the top, even without your Gatorade, which happened to spill everywhere during your pit stop. This setback pushed me to race up Devil’s Canyon in all gears — no stopping this time. And as I passed all the bikers walking up the crazy hill all I could think was … Yoga, you rock! My back made it.

As I reached the top I was so happy to see Harold The Rotary Club volunteer handing out water. I think everyone was happy when they saw Harold and not just because of the water. Harold meant the end of Devil’s Canyon.

After this sweet victory I could tell I was on empty and in desperate need of a banana or orange. So I zoomed down because I knew something would be waiting for me when I hit the transition area. As I approached I noticed the wall clock … I had ten minutes before my son’s race. And so when I dove into the pool it hadn’t even occurred to me to remove my trusty non-waterproof, non-water resistant Canon Powershot.

No it hadn’t occurred to me. All I was thinking about was my son’s starting line.

So after 25 meters in the pool it was done for, in truth after one meter it was done for, resting in peace. All I could do was take it out of my pocket, put it on the pool deck, and just keep swimming. The lifeguard assured me that it happened often, however I didn’t see any other water-soaked cameras dripping dry.

But regardless of my camera’s demise the swimming happened to be the best part that day. I wasn’t Michael Phelps, but I made it through without having to stop. The backstroke rocks. I know normal people enjoy freestyle, but as you all know backwards is the way to go for me.

However the best part … the best part of the whole day was not conquering Devil’s Canyon or crossing the finish line. I know I had made it and it felt good. But no that wasn’t it. The highlight of the day was watching my son cross the starting line. It was cheering him on as I ran alongside him. It was helping him during the bike transition and having him tell me “I got this mom,” as he pedaled away. It was helping him be the best Aquaman he could be in the pool. It was seeing his smile as he sprinted across the finish line. It was the hug and the high-five that I gave him as he got his medal.

Yeah … these were definitely cart-wheel worthy kind of moments that lasted all day.

 

The Tiny Tots take off ... my son included.

The Tiny Tots take off and I was so glad my son was able to avoid the 7-child pile up that happened right at the starting line. After a fall like that a few of the kids decided not to continue.

 

In deep waters he decides to have a pit stop. The wall a perfect place.

In deep waters he decides to have a pit stop. The wall a perfect place.

 

Running towards the finish line.

Running towards the finish line.

 

The Little Champion

The Little Champion … crossed off another item from his Sandbox List Adventures.

 

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11 Responses to “Plan B, Miss 166, My Non-Water Resistant Camera, and My Cartwheel-Worthy Moment”

  1. brickhousechick July 2, 2013 at 4:34 AM #

    YAHOO!!!! Congratulations, Guac!!!! How exciting that it all worked out in the end and that plan B resulted in such great joy! And, I’m glad you passed those Cha Cha girls! Hope you get some rest. :)

    • The Guat July 8, 2013 at 12:32 AM #

      Duuuuuuuuuude. I took a week off from all exercise type of stuff and indulged in gelatos and cannolis :) Even though I almost came in last place it was one of my best races. Definitely passed up Cha Cha girls on Devil’s Canyon :) Thanks for all the support :)

  2. TBM July 2, 2013 at 8:59 AM #

    Woohooo! You and your son did it. It may not have gone the way you liked it, but you finished and you found out there was one nice girl in the bunch. I would love to see the Cha Cha girls help out. Great job!!!!!

    • The Guat July 8, 2013 at 12:37 AM #

      Dude. I totally did it even though those Cha Cha girls passed me up, I still managed to ride by them on my bike as I pedaled up Devil’s Canyon … passing up Cha Cha girls is always awesome especially when they’re dogging your outfit in the beginning.

      It was awesome an awesome day! It felt great. I felt great the whole day and was so happy for my son because he was definitely proud of himself. It was one of the things I’d always wanted to do with him. A mother and son kind of moment. He said he felt like Wreck It Ralph with his medal and I was so happy to provide that kind of moment for him :) Very cool…very cool.

      • TBM July 8, 2013 at 12:43 AM #

        That’s so good that he had fun. So many kids these days refuse to be active and it’s such a shame. I grew up in California and we lived outside. That’s mostly because all of our parents always kicked us out of the house–I guess we could be loud and slightly destructive.

        I see the Cha Cha girls running in London all the time. Why put on makeup at 6 in the morning to go for a run? I don’t put on makeup at all so this really baffles me.

      • The Guat July 8, 2013 at 12:54 AM #

        Dude it totally trips me out too. Cha Cha girls are a mystery … they’re a whole different breed.

  3. Cayman Thorn July 2, 2013 at 6:20 PM #

    You can’t really appreciate something like this without a little adversity tossed into the game plan, right? But you did it, and so did your boy. What a team!

    • The Guat July 8, 2013 at 12:40 AM #

      It was a totally awesome feeling that day and I was so happy for my son and for me. I was able to share something cool with him, and that little hitch in my getalong during the bike ride was too funny. Grease is hard to take off your hands. Almost came in last place, but still one of the best races I’ve had :) Loved that I could share something like that with my son…just hope he remembers when he gets older :)

      • Cayman Thorn July 11, 2013 at 6:09 PM #

        I have always made it ridiculously easy to find my finish in a road race, since it’s always near the bottom. It’s all good, I’m all about just getting out there and having some fun when I do them. As for your son, he’ll never forget his day with mom.

      • The Guat July 11, 2013 at 10:08 PM #

        Duuuuuuuuuuude. I so hope that he does … I’m trying to pack those in there so enjoys hanging out with me :)

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