Before my first Sprint tri a few year back, I had to “unleash the hounds.”
It was still dark out and I had to wait inline for about 30 minutes. When I get in, I could barely see. I wiped what looked like water off of the seat. Nope, it was not water. Someone had missed the hole and shot ass spackle all over the back of the seat.
I figured I would just hover and get out as fast as possible. It took me longer than I was planning and I ended up having to sit down. I sat as far to the front of the seat as possible (A true FIST position).
When I was finally ready to drop off the kids, my own explosion caused the water in the bowl to splash all over me. I almost puked. I was wearing a t-shirt before I got suited up and that t-shirt was sent straight to the landfill.
Man, I couldn’t wait to get into the ocean. It made any fear that I had of an open water ocean swim completely disappear.
Now my transition bag always contains a flashlight, a roll of TP and several baby wipes.