Tomorrow -- we head down the freeway to the do packet pickup and expo, have a nice high-carb dinner, and then nestle into the el-cheapo motel near the pier.
Saturday: Show time. At the tender young age of 53, Basta's First Half Ironman.
Tonight we are packing, checking gear, gathering up all the bits and pieces that make up a triathlete's life. The dog is looking concerned, wondering how long we'll be gone this time.
Just one night, doggie. Then the daddy will come home, with luck a tired but happy man.
He's ready. He's surprisingly unstressed. A little snappy at times, but mostly he's fine. He'll sleep well tonight.
The forecast is for chilliness, a high of 62 on race day. Water temp will be around 58. A slight chance of showers. We've packed the arm warmers and a sweatshirt to wear in transition before the event.
We'll leave home around 1 tomorrow. See you on the other side!!
Me putting my fascination with human physiology, nutrition, and sports science to use helping my husband, who couldn't care less about these things, achieve his triathlon goals.
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