We put on a lot of races. This means we don’t get to race a lot of races. This year we said enough is enough and tomorrow morning, at first light, the First Annual (maybe) Day Before the Actual Race Indian Creek Invitational Triathlon. Rest assured, the t-shirts are terrible.
Vegas has set the odds at “miserable heat” so stupidity is the only winner here. Maybe we should check the weather. Irregardless(ly) fun fun fun!
I have chosen a beautiful jeans inspired speedo to traumatize central Louisiana with. While it’s the same size as every other speedo I own, for some reason this one fits like two sizes smaller. Combine this with an extra 10lbs and well, I don’t think “spectacular” is too great of a description.
We are currently in the state park, sweating profusely and carbo loading. Well we are drinking beer. Beer’s carbs. We win.
A couple hours from now. We will be talking trash and devolving. It will be awesome.
For me, sprint tris are an exercise in misery. Tomorrow should be that. Racing with my friends is even better.
I mean I’m gonna win. No point in letting the trash talk start later.