Pigg himself had spent the last five weeks in Boulder, Colo., training with Allen and others. "I'd never trained at altitude before," said Pigg, and his sessions with Allen were brutal. Pigg lost five pounds from his 5'10" frame, dropping to 155, and came away with a new respect for Allen, whom he calls the Zen Master. Allen introduced him to some alternative healing methods, including the application to the body of various-sized crystals to retune the "harmonic vibrations" of muscles and organs. Also aiding Pigg was a local chiropractor, who used a pendulum to detect "blocked energy flows" in his hamstrings and treated them with pressure-point massage. "I just know he helped me a lot," said Pigg.
It was thought that Pigg would need a 1�-minute lead over Allen coming off the bike to have any chance of holding him off in the run. Pigg wheeled into the parking lot, reracked his bike and sprinted off with a lead of 1:41.
He ran scared. "I thought I was getting caught," he said later. "I kept running harder and harder." At six miles, Pigg was coming off a golf fairway when his legs began to shake. He was at the point of exhaustion in the 82� weather. Allen was nowhere in sight. Pigg broke the tape in 1:50:05. Allen arrived second in 1:51:38. On the 6.2-mile run, which he covered in 33:21, he had made up just six seconds on Pigg.
Hanssen came across in 2:00:35, 4� minutes ahead of women's runner-up Jan Ripple, who is a 31-year-old mother of three. Pigg and Hanssen each won $11,000 in first-prize, Grand Prix and assorted bonus money. They hugged each other, and Hanssen let out a happy squeal. "I'm getting a little hungry," she warned.
Tinley, the men's fifth-place finisher, fished out a present for Pigg: a rubber hog snout, which Pigg put on proudly. His $2,000 wheel had had PIGG POWER printed on it. "He's kind of a Pete Rose type of guy," Plant had said earlier. "He's going to get his uniform dirty. He'll never let up." Had we forgotten? That—not wet suits and high-tech bicyles—is what triathlons are really all about.