That was the challenge on the poster for the Marrs Beach sprint triathlon held just outside Westport February 28. Ruben decided he was keen. The race started 5:45p and Ruben finished with his final patient of the day at 5:22p, so it was a Zimmerman-style arrival in the car park at 5:40.
Fortunately this was a very low-key event with about 75 people participating in the sprint, the bike-run duathlon, and the relay. Someone with a magic marker scrawled a 5 on Ruben's arm (no bib numbers) and he dropped his bike along the side of the road with the others. He forgot his goggles in the car, so I ran back for them and handed them to him on the beach as the athletes approached the water to begin the swim.
At the beach ready for the 200-meter swim. The distance is approximate based on the tide. |
Ruben (in the red top and black bottoms) coming out of the water. |
The enormous crowd of spectators. |
Bikes waiting for their riders. |
The race directions written on the back of a Buller Real Estate sign. A couple of transition kits were set up in this strategic spot by local tri-dorks. |
There are always sea "breezes" and the wind picked up during the event. The cows minded less than the people. |
Athletes came flying down this gravel road, flung their bikes one way and their helmets the other. Most weren't wearing biking shoes (in fact I saw one guy in Crocs) and started the run immediately. |
Ruben finished the 8-kilometer bike (on a borrowed mountain bike) and headed out on the 3-kilometer run. |
Ruben sprints to the line. |
The finisher's grimace. |
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