I know that looked like a human hand, but it was just a log. With five branches. I swear.
Press domestique Snarky G. and I arrived at the Hudson River swim start, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, only to have our tails get soggy in the rain. (damn, that sounds sexy.)
A good press domestique always checks the umbrellas for leaks.
We quickly established our position along the Hudson in what I like to call PRESS ROW. We were with all of the major news outlets. And also Fox News.
Right next to NY1. Did she sense that I was a fraud? Who cares. I need a TMT microphone.
HI CAMERON! It doesn’t count as stalking if he follows back on Twitter.
The TMT News Team was right there as the pros, then the elites, and finally the age groupers filed past. I got lots of great shots of the swim wave starts, plus my teammates walking through.
Peruse my fine photographs, if you will.
Laura Wassner. She is simply awesome.
Pro Men and Women:
Our good friend Randy C., or as I like to call him, Konaman.
Dr. Gerry, lover of all creatures, great and small. And Broadway.
The Reverend and the Race Director, heading down the gangplank:
Last, and the opposite of least, is Mrs. Donovan, whose husband is building her a summer home on the podium. She had a SPECTACULAR DAY.
Here are my favorite pics of KD. If you look closely, you can see her standing up and hunched over, right around the middle of the front row. Every other swimmer but one sat on the dock. She remained standing. I watched her do this and thought to myself, of course she stayed upright. We jump from the Cape May Ferry, for crying out loud! We are fierce! WBTU? Nobody!
I cropped the second picture, so you’d get my point:
Why point it out? Well, because Mrs. Donovan showed up mighty fierce and took no prisoners. She beat all other female age groupers that day. Plus every elite racer but one. And even a couple of pros. She dominated.
After everyone of import to us swam, we ventured our way toward the finish line to see our new bestest buddy Cameron Dye win it all. During our travels, we were desperate to find a quality donut for Cam. And by quality, I mean freshly baked by loving hands from a secret recipe handed down for generations. But every bakery we entered said, “No donuts. How about Dunkin’ Donuts?” So we were stuck with Dunkin’ Donuts, which I guess is fine if you’re really in a pinch. Sheesh.
We arrived at the finish line and found our press people again. By this time, it was raining steadily so everybody’s gear was covered with plastic. Mine was covered with my shirt. Rookie mistake. Fox News did not cover their cameras, because it’s only science that tells us water will damage electronics.
Here are more quality photographs, taken from PRESS ROW with my new, fancy Sony camera:
First male, Ben Collins:
First wiener dog:
Overheard saying, “I AM THE WIENER!”
That guy Russ from South Carolina that we met in front of the hotel the day before. Remember him?
The Reverend and the Race Director on Fox News:
(Insert Fox News joke here. I’m fresh out.)
Group shot at the finish:
The domestique managed to get into a lot of photos, didn’t she?
Everyone had a phenomenal day, except our new friend Cameron Dye. He had a tire blowout on the Westside Highway and as a result did not finish. He did, however, show up to the finish so we were able to give him the crappy donut. It made him happy, so I was happy. And we are now best friends. We’ve already made plans (in my head) for next year’s Philly Tri to have quality donuts together, and maybe go for a ride or swim.
The NYC Triathlon is an incredible event. It is extremely well-organized and staffed. There are volunteers everywhere, all helpful and friendly. There are plenty of great spots for spectators. And New York City is a fabulous stage. Just be sure to bring your own donuts:
Hello, you lovelies. I should have put you in my suitcase.