Hi everyone! The contest for triathlon embarrassment is winding down. We have received some very funny stuff to date. One more week and we’ll pick our favorites!
In case you missed it:
TriCrowd is teaming up with SwimBikeMom to give away t-shirts, gyms bags, and waterbottles for the best (worst?) humiliating triathlon moments.
Again, just as before, please don’t submit something like: “OMG, I finished second and it was sooooo embarrassing.” That won’t fly.
What’s the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you, triathlon-wise?
There are three ways to submit your story.
1) Reply to the post on TriCrowd’s Facebook page;
2) Add SwimBikeMom to your “likes” on Facebook here, and tell us about it; or
3) Comment on the SwimBikeMom blog here.
SwimBikeMom is giving away swag to the TOP FIVE folks with super-duper embarrassing moments. If you aren’t a “mom” or a woman, for that matter, you can pass your goodies along to a super tri-ing woman in your life, or we can sub out some SwimBikeDad gear.
So let’s hear it. To get you moving… I’ll go first. I have alot of embarrassing moments for only being in this sport less than a year. But this is a good one – a re-run of my first tri last October.
….. I was able to pass many folks on the bike, and it felt good….I didn’t check my time rolling into the crowded transition area, but I saw one of the race volunteers waving his arms and screaming, “Dismount your bike! Dismount here! Dismount here!” People were cheering and it was a pretty large crowd.
Well, I kind of panicked at the volunteer screaming, and just like my first Silver Comet Trail adventure, I clipped out my right foot and my left foot was stuck.
I hit the pavement. Sweet.
The crowd kind of went “gasp”! and then “ooooooh!” and then when I stood up, they let out a big “ahhhhh” of relief, and clapped. The same volunteer who scared me, had rushed over and tried to pick me up under my armpits when I fell. He was about 120 pounds, and I kept telling him “no no no no, I’ve got it,” but I wanted to scream, “If you try and pick me up, I am SO going to unintentionally bring you down with me”… so that was awkward. But finally, I was on my feet. I felt like a clown, especially at the sports photographer who managed to continue taking pictures of me. But all was okay.
Actual injuries = 0
Pride injuries = 1″
Well, I kind of panicked at the volunteer screaming, and just like my first Silver Comet Trail adventure, I clipped out my right foot and my left foot was stuck.
I hit the pavement. Sweet.
The crowd kind of went “gasp”! and then “ooooooh!” and then when I stood up, they let out a big “ahhhhh” of relief, and clapped. The same volunteer who scared me, had rushed over and tried to pick me up under my armpits when I fell. He was about 120 pounds, and I kept telling him “no no no no, I’ve got it,” but I wanted to scream, “If you try and pick me up, I am SO going to unintentionally bring you down with me”… so that was awkward. But finally, I was on my feet. I felt like a clown, especially at the sports photographer who managed to continue taking pictures of me. But all was okay.
Actual injuries = 0
Pride injuries = 1″
I was doing a tour and my team was the group that put it on. At a traffic light, I was trying to do a track stand and I fell over in front of 100+ other bikers