From Elisabeth Tutsch
I think it was Paula Newby-Fraser who called this event the Woodstock of Triathlons, and I agree! There are 7000 athletes and supporters everywhere, tents, camps, lots of skin. Maybe the biggest difference is that beverages and chemical dependencies of choice appeared to be Gatorade and gel packets.
I donít think a fresh Wildflower participant can be fully prepared for the total triathlon immersion. Imagine 7000 people competing over 2 days. There are athletes going all different directions. The swim waves started every five minutes, 100-150 people each wave, and lasted for hours. The bike transition zone was immense - the size of a major mall parking lot, packed with bikes 6 inches apart from each other. At any moment during Saturday and Sunday from to , you could see people of all shapes, sizes, genders, and ages swimming, running, cycling, finishing, and carrying their bikes back to camp.
Wildflower is in the middle of a truly wonderful nowhere. I
didn't think that anywhere in
On race day,
The bike leg was scary. The rolling hills were scary enough, but the winds were incredible. If it was windy like that at home I would stay inside! The slightest sideways move sent me rocketing across the road. Downhills were a test of nerves as crosswinds made descents dangerous. I heard about a couple really awful wrecks, but I'm glad I didn't see them.
I was so relieved to finish the bike that I rocketed out of transition
like a bat. The first mile passed lickety-split, but then all
of a sudden we were on dry, dusty trails that only went uphill. Away
we wound up