After the race, there's an AFTER PARTY!

Let it be known, I was well-deserving of the alcoholic beverages I consumed on top of the pier. Without them, I may never have been able to dance for four hours to a bizarre, but entertaining, deejay. And hell, I finished with a time of 3 hours and 5 minutes; second female finisher in the National Capital Area TNT bunch! All those Coronas were my little reward. And as you can see from these pictures, my teammates rewarded themselves in much the same way.
This morning...I realized my aching body is probably more a result of the dancing than the triathlon. But I don't care. I had a blast shakin' my ass!