a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPMeqZXka1Y/Sj6FvzU7otI/AAAAAAAAAms/_TrF00D_zzE/s1600-h/IMG_1054.JPG”img style=”margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPMeqZXka1Y/Sj6FvzU7otI/AAAAAAAAAms/_TrF00D_zzE/s200/IMG_1054.JPG” alt=”” id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349860463641076434″ border=”0″ //aI worked for 8 hours on Friday night, cocktailing in heels and a dress. I got off work at 1am and was packed and asleep by 2. After 4 hours of being dead to the world, I was up and running again. I headed north, to Stanley, for my second triathlon.br /br /After having some beginners luck in last year’s sprint, I decided to do the full Olympic distance.br /br /The water temp was 52, as was the air. There were 51 kilometers to race and a light rain. I ended up 17th over all (3rd female) and my back survived a FREEZING cold 40k bike so I am thrilled.br /br /My swim is my Achilles; something I will have to work on for next year. Thanks to teammate
