Anyway, some family member snapped this photo right as I came back into the transition area. I’d followed this guy with the foam helmet all through the descent—down stairs, around a bunch of crazy campus corners, etc.—and then I passed him as I realized we were coming back to the transition area. I know you’re not supposed to sprint in a triathlon, but I didn’t have a run split to worry about. So I couldn’t think of a good reason not to stand and crank it. As you can see, I actually managed to open a pretty decent gap.