I saw on another tri blog site someone answering some fun questions, and the first was recalling your first triathlon. I thought this was a good one because it helps all of us remember where we started, so I figured I would answer this as well.
My first triathlon was back in 1995 I think. I was still in graduate school and a few buddies thought it would be fun to try one. One was my roommate so his job was to get me out of bed in the morning for our runs, even back then I was the slowest runner in the group. The race was in Panama City, FL and it was a Sprint distance. I was so pumped that I got some of my family to come out for it. When we drove up and saw some of these other competitors I thought this could get interesting. All four of us were so green it was funny. I was the only one of my group that had aero bars on my old bike and they were bright yellow,,,the bike was red (I still have that bike). None of us had a clue. We looked around and saw others with these tubs of water and figured out what they were for. A friend's dad rushed home to his garage and grabbed some containers for us to put water in. The race was so disorganized that my friends and I just racked out bikes together to share a couple of tubs of water. We didnt even wear race numbers other than body marks.
Swim:
I think we were the only ones in baggy swim suits. Back then most guys were wearing Speedo type suits and all I thought was if thats what I have to wear for this sport, this will be my last race. Thankfully fashions evolved by the time I took up the sport again five years later. When I looked at the swim distance (1/4 mile) course I thought, oh crap, can I swim that far. The gun sounded and all the men went first, I was freaking out. I think after about 20 yards I was exhausted. I spent the rest of the swim doing every stroke and float imaginable just to get through it. I also couldnt believe all the women passing me in the water. Now of course that is no big deal to me anymore because that is just part of triathlon with everybody being mixed together. We got out of the water and had to run up the beach and a boardwalk to get to our bikes. I grabbed my bike shorts and pulled them on over my bathing suit,,,yep you read that correctly. Put my cycling shoes on, helmet, and took off.
Bike:
I honestly dont remember much about the bike except it was flat. And I caught up to my roommate that left on the bike before me. That part was fun because he was ultra competitive and hated being caught and passed.
Run:
Finished the bike and pulled off my cycling shorts to go for a run in my bathing suit. Put my shoes on and took off. This was the first time I had ever transitioned from a bike to run so my legs felt really weird as I had never done a brick workout. The run was hot and flat. And as usual I was slow so I felt like everyone was done except me. I got every bit of water on the course that I could.
Finish:
To this day I have no clue what my time or place was in the race except to know that I wasnt last. The race was so disorganized, that when I crossed the finish line I was handed a Popsicle stick with a number on it and told to go hand it to somebody. I did and that was it. I dont remember the number on the stick. Of my 4 buddies I finished last. Yes, my roommate caught me on the run (story of my racing life). But interestingly enough, I am the only one of the group that took up the sport again and progressed all the way to Ironman. So now that 1/4 swim doesnt seem so bad:)