...but am still very dazed by the whole experience. Suffice it to say that I am alive, despite swallowing half the Hudson --we'll see what results from that, as I have already developed a cough -- and nearly wiping out on the bike during the downpours. I am emotionally shaken, and not sure why. As my friend Kim said, it was not only my first triathlon, it was my first major event since Liam's passing, and it carried a lot of weight. That must be why, because I started crying when I wrote that sentence. I started bawling as soon as I crossed the finish line, and have been weepy all day. I know that after some real sleep, I will feel proud about what I have done, but right now, I'm just overwhelmed and oddly disappointed. I haven't felt this disoriented since my first marathon
Will give many more details in a few days, when I mentally recover.