Jeff came out to cheer at my last tri and captured my joy at being done just after the finish.
After I recovered a little I went back out on the run on the hunt for Tea and photobombed her race.
And then it was done and after I was done dry-heaving over the side of the finish chute mostly I just wanted to go home. I packed my bike in a hurry and caught an early flight back rather than stay another night in Minnesota. The look of surprise on my husband's face when he saw me in our local watering hole made it all worthwhile. No big revelations or special moments with the last race, I guess my brain was already finished. The goal was to go as hard as I possibly could and leave nothing in the tank - mission accomplished. And now...I think I'm done with that particular form of pain for a bit.