That’s the word that circled my brain as I raced on Monday.
“Man, this is an unremarkable swim.” (Except that my goggles malfunctioned. I suppose I mentally remarked on that.)
“My legs feel unremarkable on this ride. I’m a little bored.”
“Yep. I continue to feel unremarkable. Oh, she has her name on her bum. I’m going to run her down. Still, kinda unremarkable.”
I couldn’t even come up with something somewhat clever to try to gloss over the fact that this race report would bore even me.
Long story short? I don’t like sprints; totally out of my comfort zone. That’s a lot of packing and fussing and organizing for 1 hour of effort.
I can safely say that it’s one and done for this year.