Later on at work, I received some great advice on how to take the corners. And even more valuable big picture advice : "when it hurts, go harder". Thanks, Bob.
Queuing up at the start line, I felt my heart in my throat. There were at least twenty ladies in my heat. They all looked fast and had great equipment. And no one else had a basket.
Each time I completed a lap, my teammates cheered for me and hollered my name. It feels really great to belong to a team and wear their kit and get high fives at the end of the race. After racing, we went for beer. After beer, we went for a Rocky Butte butterfly climb. I heart Team Slow.