Everyone don’t forget to send me your embarrassing triathlon/training moments, and you could win $50!
Only one more week for submissions.
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As I am gearing up for St. Anthony’s, I am thinking of all the humiliating things that can happen to me during my first Oly distance event. I need your help, and there’s $50 involved. Here’s where I need your help. I am starting to get the nervous race jitters. And I have eight weeks left. Yes, weeks. I cannot continue to jitter like this (although perhaps it would be beneficial for my weight)…
Tell me your most embarrassing triathlon moment – during training, racing or what have you. And for the love, please don’t tell me something like, “OMG, I totally finished second and that was so embarrassing.” That will make my eyeballs explode. I’m talking baby triathlete, newbie, Fred, pants falling down, poo on yourself embarrassing stuff. I know it’s out there.
I will post the best (worst?) responses (anonymously, if requested), and the one that makes me feel the best about myself …wins $50 (Visa or AMEX giftcard).
Three ways to enter:
1) Email your story to SwimBikeMom at Gmail.com;
2) Post a comment (if you dare!) to this post, below; or
3) Post a comment to Swim Bike Mom on Facebook.
I’ll keep the contest open for two weeks, until March 22nd. I’ll announce the winner shortly thereafter!
Thanks, ya’ll!
The internets ate my first comment. Testing before I write it all again. Hello, is this thing on?
OK, here's my embarrassing story. It's from a running race though, not a triathlon.
When I was 11 my parents and I signed up to do a charity 10K in Mammoth Lakes, CA (elevation 8,000 feet), sponsored by McDonald's. That was my first 10K (and, as it turned out, only one for a long time).
Here's embarrassing part #1: When I was about 1/4 mile from the end, I see Ronald McDonald running out in his big red shoes to meet me. We crossed the finish line together. Awkward.
Embarrassing part #2: Turns out I was *dead last* in the race and they were waiting for me to come in. So EVERYONE was standing around with nothing to do but watch me struggle over the finish line with Ronald. Humiliating.
And #3: Right after we cross the line I turned to him to high 5, or hug, or something. But instead, I leaned over and vomited all over those big ole clown shoes. Mortifying.
On the bright side, I was the only female under 12 to do the race, so I got to take home a big-ass trophy. Gratifying!