On my swim I was pretty pleased about my ability to actually get through the waves. Many did not, in fact there were a few people who saw the waves and decided not to even start the race, a concept I can't even fathom (hee hee, nautical humor!) but I am sure they couldn't comprehend why I would even go out there. The surf was nasty, and so much fun. Fortunately I realized this on my warm-up so I was prepared for the ferocity of the waves. They were easily 5-6 feet and breaking in three surf lines. Once you got through one, you had another right behind it to contend with, and because they were right on the beach you had to get all the way to the bottom to avoid getting tumbled.
Once out, there was still a pretty big swell and on the return leg of the swim you were nearly in one of the breaks so you had to be careful not to get too close to shore you you would get tossed.
I got out of the water, completely dizzy and struggled up the sand to transition. I found my bike, pretty much all alone. That was disheartening.
The ride was nice. Not nearly as flat as everyone told me it was, but that was ok. On the plus side, we had a head wind for two of the 3 legs back and forth from the Staples center. I listened to my coach and pinned it pretty much the whole way. At the end I felt good and just barely managed to keep the girl who passed me in the last 2 miles of the ride in site. Sweet!
The run, well that was a kick in the junk. At mile 1 and 4 there was a nice big hill. About 300 vertical feet. We got to run it twice. But, on the other hand, you have the downhill! Yea, no you don't. That sucker was so steep you really couldn't run down it, you had to just hold on and hope you didn't blow a knee.
I came across the finish line in 2:41:41. That was good enough for 31 of 149 in my age group. Top 20%. I can live with that. If you want to see the splits you can see them here. Then type in my bib number (736).