“When this is over I want a chocolate milkshake!” I said to Mark upon leaving transition to start the 13.1-mile run. What I really wanted to say (curse alert! curse alert!) was, “When this is over, I want a ‘motherfucking’ milkshake.” Ah yes. It’s been some time since I wanted to MF all over the place on a race course. But Sunday was definitely one of those times. Proudly I held back because (a) there were lots of children around and (b) if an official heard me I could be given an unsportsmanlike penalty. Though I think the Court of Sport Arbitration would negate the ensuing 2-minute penalty. It was 92 degrees in Geneva, N.Y. for Musselman and by the time I hit the midway point of my run, I honestly thought this particular race, with the conditions and the course, was more difficult than my Iron Distance race.
Seriously, who would have thought the swim would be the highlight of my day?
Let me walk you through it:
The swim: Oddly, the best part of the day
Seneca Lake was 73 degrees which meant it was wet suit legal and I may or may not have literally done a happy dance. (Hey, they were playing Will Smith’s “Miami.” I was legally obligated to get jiggy with it.) Luckily for me, all of my girlfriends who were doing the race