Two flats and I'm done

So today was my final triathlon of the season, the Camp Yuba tri. It was an Olympic distance, 1500 yard swim, 25 mile bike, 10K run. Everything went well in preparing for this one, my foot is feeling about 85%, I slept really well in the camper the night before, I ate a good breakfast, got my transition area all set up, and I even got my wetsuit on without any issues. The race got underway and I had a great swim. I felt slow at first, but once I found some open space (on the outside again) I swam well. I kept looking up to see where I was going and I kept seeing fewer and fewer people around me. Bridget said that there were 3 people who finished well ahead of the rest, but that I was about the 10th person out of the water! I ran up to my bike, changed into my bike shoes, put on my helmet and took my bike off of the rack. I head a weird sound and took a quick look....I had a flat back tire! I don't understand how it happened, I rode my bike from the campsite to the rack earlier in the morning, and I topped the tires off with air at the campsite. So it was flat and I walked around the transition area looking for a pump. I found one, but didn't want to just take it so I waited for the owner to finish their swim. I hooked it to my tire and as I pumped the air just poured out. I had no tubes, so I asked people nearby and one guy gave me tubes and a couple of tire levers. I changed the flat tire, filled it up, and was on my way....I probably lost about 15 minutes. So I rode like a madman on the bike, I was catching people and flying by them. At about mile 18 (I don't know the exact mile because my bike computer wasn't working either) my front tire made the sound like it went flat. I pulled over and there was a puncture and it was slowly leaking through a puncture that I fixed earlier this year. I was able to ride a few more miles and then on a steep downhill the tire officially blew out. It was pretty scary, I thought I was going to crash at first because I was going very fast and when it popped the bike really began to shake and shimmy. So now on my second flat tire of the day (again no repair tools) I started walking. I was very fortunate to make it to a police officer who was hanging out watching the race. He gave me a lift back to the race HQ, he had a truck for my bike. I handed in my time chip and told the official timer that I withdrew from the race.

It really stunk. But I was safe, no crashes and no injuries. I am still pretty disappointed, but honestly 2 flats is a lot to overcome. One other thing, even if I had the proper tools with me I would have had only 1 tube for a repair...so I would have been screwed anyway. I think it will be nice to think about this disappointment all off-season, and then UNLEASH my fury at the Icebreaker Triathlon in March 09!!