Michael and I by the beach just below the lighthouse. The lighthouse seriously ends up being the best beacon ever due to the fact that when you saw it on the bike course, you knew you were FINALLY about to be done with the headwind.
One of our favorite past times along the pedestrian walk way was pre-race eating. Oh yeah.
and more pre-race eating. I really don't think you get the scale of these pieces of cake. That's why everyone has their cameras out. So when you ask 'why did I do a half ironman?'. That answer is 'I love to eat'.
Something unfamiliar in the States, the single bed hotel room. I kept hitting my elbow on the wall and waking myself up. Doh!
After putting the bikes together, Sarah and I take them out for a spin to make sure they actually work. And yes, my arms are that skinny now. All this cardio training doesn't make time for the gym these days. It isn't like my brother used to call me Chicken Arms for nothing...
So after the bike passes the safety check, it's off to rack it the night before. There were about 1600 participants in the event.
And here is my trusty Trek - all ready!
And lastly, the water is FINALLY calm. Let's hope it is like that in the morning.... To Be Continued....