The Osim Triathlon

It was a great experience yet again, Baby has given to me. I went to support him at the Osim Triathlon. Although I supported him last year, but I only arrived after he finished the whole event. It was quite a disappointment for him and me cos I could not witness and experience with him during his first triathlon due to the fact that I was not familiar with the change venue at time.

Nevertheless, this time, the event that was held at East Coast Park, was a much an easy place to locate and I am glad I reached there before his race start. The first challenge was to swim in the open sea for 2 rounds, 1.5k in total. Standing under the scorching sun for hours is no fun. I hid under the shade and return back to the shore to capture his moments when he returned back to the shore and into the water again for his second round of swim but mostly was under the sun because I don’t know when he will return back to shore and didn’t want to miss taking pictures of his moments.

Among us supporters, I saw touching moments, a participant gave a kiss to his wife before jumping back into the sea again to complete his second round. Another female supporter wrote “Go RUFUS! GO!” on a board and wave for her bf’s attention when he emerged from the water. Some others were shouting some encouraging words to their loves ones. Then I saw one participant who ran to the transition point after his first round and returned back to the shore, scolding the helpers for giving wrong instructions while jumping back into the water to complete his last round of swim. I stood and waited with anticipation for Baby to complete his swim and witness him swimming against the strong current. Although he was making efforts to swim with every stroke, but he seems to stay put at the same spot. I watched as he made his turn safely and until he is far until I can’t see his blue cap before I hid in the shade again.

Then I saw him completing his last round of swim, running back to the transition point, grab his bike and cycle the 40km. I wasn’t that worried at this point anymore because the toughest among the three (Swimming, Cycling and Running) was over.

There I was transit myself also to the “Bike in” point, hoping to catch his moments again. He safely returned and completed his cycling stage and made his way to start his 10k run. I transited myself also, waiting at the finishing point for him. At the finishing point, I saw helpers busy putting on the finisher medals on the participants, making a mark on their bib, removing the time chips. I saw supporters shouting and clapping for their friends, I saw a father greeting his kids and wife while his kids were shouting “Daddy! Daddy!” and the Daddy gave a cool “Hi!” to his kids.

I saw some participants about to collapse. I saw some who never forget to raise both their hands into the sky when they reached the finishing point so that the camera could catch their glorious moment.

I finally saw Baby safely completed his run and really really glad the whole event is over. We had some food, took a long stroll before collapsing in the cab on our way home…..

(Starting soon!)

(Pinky caps..how cute!)

(Baby rushing into the water!)

(Swimming..swimming....)

(Completed his cycling)

(Returning back after his long run)

(And my badly burnt arms.....)