Quiet day in Tempe Town

Friday is a quiet day in the cycle of Ironman racing. All that can be done, has been done. There is nothing to do but rest, and worry.

Barry and I drove to the Ironman Village for a swim and to pick up a few last minute items in the merchandise tent (me ... a duffel bag for my purchases and another pair of AMAZING goggles). The swim was short and sweet.

In the afternoon I went out to the desert for one last brick: short and sweet again.

The Friday evening before an Ironman race is the carbo-load dinner. Again, Barry and I managed to get near the front of the line, got a great seat in the shade near the jumbotron and listened and watched the ritual unfold. Sitting next to us were a couple of guys from Louisiana. One had completed an Ironman a few years ago, the other, an Iron-virgin. The Iron-virgin has no idea what to expect. In his training he has only drank water. He has never had a gel, a bar, or gatorade. I'm afraid he is in for a rude awakening.



2008 April 11 - Tempe Arizona