Duathlon

This morning the alarm went off at 5:00AM. By 5:54 the ten minute dreams in between attacks on the snooze button were weirdly pointing me in the right direction. Why was I being awoken by kids on four wheelers at dawn? Why was I searching out and donning this funky blue mesh football jersey and thinking it would be great to keep me cool? Why was I trying to get all my dancing, drinking friends out of my house so that I too could leave?

At 6:30AM this morning I met a group of about a dozen people under the Lotus Bridge on the Cotai Strip. The mission? Duathlon. We would run 4K, making two laps around the 2K run course. Then we racked up 20K via four laps on the 5K bike loop. Last, to finish up honestly, we re-ran the 4K one more time. Twenty eight kilometers before 9:00AM. Right now I'm hurtin'.

I gotta say, it was bad ass and super fun. Myself and another guy both rode our fixed gears. Which was cool because we saved a little time in the transition. Not that it helped me too much in the long run; I came in dead last. But I've got my benchmark time now and I'll be out there again next month giving it my best!