Transition 2: Bike to Run
Someone whisked my bike away, fortunately wearing rubber gloves, though everyone had a soaking wet bike at that point. I waddled quickly in the direction they were pointing me, but my toe/foot were causing me some pain, so I didn't rush it. One volunteer said something like, "That's a good strategy, just take it easy and don't rush it." I'm sure he meant well, but I wanted to tell him to bike 112 miles in the pouring rain and see how well he felt when trying to run through a lake of a parking lot in bike shoes. Instead I just smiled and laughed and continued to plod.
I got my bag out of the rows of bags (I like the method used here better than the one they used at CdA), and then got all confused as to where I was supposed to go. I kept trying to go the wrong way, and the volunteers kept correcting me. Finally made it into the transition tent, where the lights were still on! Yay! The ground was also miserably muddy. They'd put towels down on the ground in front of the chairs, which was nice.
I put my bag on a chair and started taking off my shoes and socks. My disgusting shoes and socks. A volunteer came up to help me, and started taking out stuff and asking if I wanted it. I took my shorts, removed my bike shorts and put on my compression shorts. I put my shorts in the bag, so she wouldn't have to touch them, as well as my socks and shoes. She asked if I still wanted my sunglasses, and I said I didn't think they'd do me any good at that point. She said some people were still keeping them with them, but I put mine in the bag. Even if the sun came out at that point, they were so wet they'd be unusable. She put my waist pack and my socks and shoes on the chair next to me, handed me my hair thingy (courtesy of Courtney), and asked if that was it, and I said it was, so she took my bag away. I put on my socks, then went to put on my shoes and discovered that my Body Glide was in my right shoe. I dumped it out, put some on my upper underarms, and then set it on a neighboring chair so that if anyone else needed it, they could use it. Put on my shoes, turned my race number around to the front, put on my waist pack, and .. realized I had no idea where to go. Asked a volunteer, and she pointed me out the door I hadn't come in.
Crossed the timing mat, split, saw 6:something, and figured that was probably a little slower (a matter of seconds) than my CdA T2, but didn't care at all.