OOPS! I TRIATHALONED AGAIN

Well, it's been a little over a week 

and I haven't died of

residual effects from the

2016 MALIBU TRIATHALON.

You'd think I'd have keeled over

after having to get up at 

2:30 A freaking M

to drive down to Zuma Beach with my

sooper-powered neighbor

Darren Turbow.

But we weren't the only ones:

I got marked up

with my bib number

(in case you die and they need to identify you)

And then got my gear set up in the transition area.

It turned out to be a misty day,

which was delightful since the last two years

were stoopid hair dryer in your face hot.

After a beautiful performance of the National Anthem by Rachel Platten,

(and a moving rendition of her hit, The Fight Song)

it was time to go!

And after all was said and done,

I thought I had a really great race!

I knew my swim wasn't as good as last years.

The mist made it hard to keep your bearings and I 

had to stop alot to make sure I was on course.

But I thought I 

MURDERED

it on the bike and run.

I ended up going 

two hours, 10 minutes,

which seemed

AWESOME!

Then I realized I did a 

2:07 last year.

Oops.

Still--

I'll take it.

I mean,

I tied my personal record of 

NOT DYING,

right?

Here are the official times:

I was a minute over on my bike

and a minute under on my run.

The extra time came on my swim.

But next year I'll beat that

2:07.

If I don't die, that is.

Thanks,

Malibu Triathalon!