Tomorrow morning I will jumping into the van and starting my five
day drive out west. It will be a long haul, but at least I will be able to
unwind a little bit before I hit the tri-frenzied Penitiction atmosphere.
8 hours in the car, a light workout, and lounging in a campsite. I might
actually have fun, if I didn't have the prospect of an ironman looming
over my head. But in all seriousness, I am sure I'll do just fine. At
least that is what I am telling myself ever hour on the hour. I hope to
meet a lot of fellow RSTers out there, I'll crawl to the lake at 7:00 am
or look for people while drinking a much needed coffee. Keep your eyes
open; I'll be the dork*** out in downtown Pentiction with RST written
on my swim cap. But if I don't met you, good luck fellow IMCers and
remember, it hurts the most when you stop trying. Everything else is gravy.
Good luck, good bye, and safe travels
Triathlon: "Swim, Bike, Crawl"