Well, got some stellar news via the internet today:
With that close to my heart and mind, this week of taper is quickly turning into a week of sleep. I ordered my Sheik outfit today, so look for me in the flowing white. Something similar to this, including the sandals.
I’m also drinking tons of cucumber juice and spending a lot of time in front of the grill when I cook. And working on my tan by floating in the pool.
I showed the forecast to my buddy and he said, “Dude, that is just plain fucked up.”
Yeah, but if Louisville is moving to October next year, it might as well go out with a bang. I will believe it when I see/feel it, but there is a small, well, actually large part of me that hopes it does hit 100.
In all seriousness, I hope they have doubled the water and ice order for this weekend. I’ve heard of many races where they’ve ran out and this would not be the one to experiment with your inventory efficiency.
At least it’s going to be sunny. Zero percent chance of precipitation is sweet.
I know a guy in Nashville who raced Lake Tahoe last year and don’t think it’s too late for him to go from ice to the fire of Ironman Louisville within a year. His legacy is waiting . . .
There’s been talk that Ironman may shorten the race, but that is a slim to none possibility. We’re all in this together, ready to drink the Kool-aid just like they did in Jonestown.