Last month Kevin and I escaped the frigid New York City weather and visited Puerto Rico for the San Juan Half Ironman.
Each morning a breakfast buffet laden with pastries, fresh fruit, and hot items greeted us.
I did, however, capture our wacky room-service order:
I’m sure the room service people thought we were crazy in requesting a bowl of bananas alongside our chocolate cake and whipped cream. The bananas, however, served as a component of our race-morning breakfast.
The actual race turned out to be somewhat disastrous. The swim went well, and I managed to beat 9 pro-triathletes in it, but during the bike course I got extremely dehydrated and fainted at the very end of the bike course. Training in the NYC cold made acclimating to the Puerto Rican temperatures extremely difficult.
Though the race officials tried to get me to drop out of the race, I somehow evaded their insistent advice and hobbled over to the bike/run transition. Once I made it to transition I found Kevin waiting for me! At first I thought it was a delirium-induced mirage, but sure enough it was him! He had seen me struggling on the bike course and knew I was in serious trouble.
Kevin made me wait until I could formulate cohesive sentences before resuming the race and starting the run. We began the run together and made a pact to cross the finish line together.
Though our race time was extremely slow, we finished together and survived relatively unscathed. Kevin waiting in transition was one of the sweetest things ever!
The funny part is, despite the disastrous race and super duper slow finish time, I got a trophy for placing third in my age group. I’m definitely lucky to still be in an age group with limited participants.
Kevin craved a big juicy steak after the race, so I happily obliged and visited Morton’s with him.
Upon sitting down our server brought over an amazing loaf of onion bread that we devoured in seconds.
while I began with an amazing house salad. Probably the best salad dressing I’ve ever tasted!
My apologies for the terrible quality of photos, I did not want to use flash in such a fancy establishment.
For his entree Kevin selected a huge hunk of meat
The best part of enduring a challenging race in paradise?
Cheers to a wonderful time in paradise!