TRIATHLON PHOTO ESSAY


A perfect day for my first triathlon. The bicycle transition area sits next to Bonelli Lake right next to Raging Waters in San Dimas, CA.

Competitors and spectators mill around on the lake's shoreline. The triathletes started in different waves based on distance and skill level.

Ray and I walk to the starting line. Nervousness, excitement and the feeling that you need to drop a load were just some of the emotions felt at the start of the race.


Everybody and their mother wore a wetsuit. We decided to just tough out the 200m swim.

A lifeguard looks on as the race begins. Most competitors used the freestyle. I used the backstroke without the arms.

I begin the 11.25k bicycle stage. I was one of just a few participants who used a mountain bike.

Even seniors can compete since there were several divisions to compete against.

Passing this little girl on my bike felt like an accomplishment - until she subsequently passed me going up the hill.

A competitor smiles during the 5k run. Smiling was the last thing I wanted to do when I got to this stage.

I know for a fact that I passed this little girl on my run and she pretty much describes how I felt.

Maybe someday I'll feel as strong as this guy looks.

In the meantime, this is the reality.

Many things can motivate and encourage you while you're competing. Sometimes you think, "if she can do it, I can do it."

Sometimes you think, "the journey is more important than the destination."

Sometimes your arch nemesis can motivate you.

Even inanimate objects can help you keep going.

Sometimes they're actually quite animated.

My cousin Ray looking cooler than most.

Volunteers collect the electronic chip strapped to my ankle which records all transition and stage times.

The thrill of staging your photo finish!