My friends CJ and BJ were doing the Bigfoot Triathlon - CJ the sprint and BJ wasn't mucking around - he'd gone straight for the standard distance as a warmup for his first 70.3 a few weeks later.
Many of my friends back home wondered how I'd go just standing on the sidelines. Well, here's my "race report".
The first step in a triathlon - apart from entering and training - is picking up your race pack. We did this on Friday afternoon and it was all smiles (albeit a bit of a nervous smile).
We drove over the bike course, found it had a few rises in it, so I talked CJ through how to use her gears. My other words of wisdom - "if you have to get off your bike and push it up a hill, it's no big deal." I told her about the time I pushed my bike up a hill in a race, at Port Macquarie. We've all been there.
On race morning, all smiles again. We parked and the guys got their race equipment out of the car.
We had plenty of time to get all organised, including portaloo stops (they call them portapotties over there) before heading down to the race start and into wetsuits.
I tried my best to coordinate seeing everyone out of the swim and on to the bike, anxiously awaiting everyone again as they passed through at the end of the bike. I stood out with my fluro signs and I got cheers and waves from not only CJ and BJ, but their training friends, the pizza guys, and a bunch of random strangers.
My last feat of coordination was positioning myself to catch CJ off coming in off the bike, and racing up to the other side of transition to cheer her out onto the run leg. From there it was just the wait to see her cross the line, pick up her medal and finisher's pack of goodies.
I will admit, it was just a little bit strange not pulling people up for breaching the rules but so, so rewarding to just be there and help my friend achieve a goal.