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The Importance Of Transition
The nerves were rushing inside me as I was preparing to do something completely new to me and I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea how to compete in the race itself, how to transition from one element to another or how to set up a transition spot. There are three events you are required to complete in a triathlon, which are swimming, biking and running. If you can complete these three events, you are a triathlete. The first event was the swim. Of the three events, I was the weakest at swimming. Having only completed really cheap swimming lessons, I barely made it through the shoreline swim. I may have needed to stop and touch the bottom a couple of times. I was probably the worst swimmer there and the last one out of the water for sure. We started the swim in the water in an area where you could touch. The horn went off, and I was a little shocked so may have been a …show more content…

I had never been more tired in my life. I only had to run a total of 400 meters and I was so tired. After coming out of T2, you go down a hill. This was a huge relief, but not for long. Eventually, you had to go up hill too. So sad for my tired body. The run was an out and back and when I got the turn around I could see the finish line. It had never looked so inviting and I had never been so happy before. After the turn around, the run was half way over and I could see the finish line chute. The finish line chute was so long, but lined with people cheering for you along the way. Even if people didn’t know you they were cheering for you and so were other athletes. I ran through the finish line chute and was so happy. It was probably the fastest I ran throughout the entire race. I saw the finish line and knew I could do it. When I crossed the finish line, I had never been happier in my life. I just completed something many people couldn’t do. Many people told me good job and I even got a medal. Ever since this race, I fell in love with the sport of

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