Although not as practicing as I once was, my faith is still there. And today is a glorious day because this is a glorious day. All night the weather was scary so that it could be awesome for this race.

 
Enough to pick the beast they give you rum.

 What to do… Beast or beach… Nine months of training and you know what I could just claim I got injured… No one has to know

Seemed like a good idea at the time. Hang out with friends, drink beer and do the beast.

The what?

15-20% grade. 

Yesterday, I got an email from fedex indicating that they were shipping my bike to my house.

Given that I want to be in St Croix this is a problem.

Being a triathlete who is tapering I started to come up with contingency plans

1) I will buy a new bike box from Amazon and pack my other bike if the preferred bike doesn’t show up in time to take it on the plane.

2) if the preferred bike arrives on time, I will then return the Amazon box!

And then I realized I was running out of time, to buy the box. 

And then I behaved like a recently jilted lover – I called the transport company and left them a voice message multiple times. And sent them an email. And then started to pace frantically. I missed a meeting because I was freaking out…

Before I actively started to break things, the transport company called … And the poor woman who called apparently was dealing with freaked out triathletes all morning.

Hazard pay.

Looking forward to Captain Morgan 70.3 in St Croix

Btw if bike fails to arrive, I will be okay. More time for drinking 🙂

Bought my own bike box and packed bike 

First Go and now glowy fish. I am feeling a tad bit obsoleted 

  Nicholas is now registered for his first tri!