Slow and Steady

That’s what they say wins the race. Or, in the case of Sarah’s dreams, second place. I’ve reinflated my tires. I’ve packed my backpack. It’s only a daytrip, so I didn’t go crazy. In about 20 minutes, I’ll be heading out the door to meet my friend on this side of the GW bridge. Then we’ll go meet the friend who’s picking up the car in Fort Lee, NJ. Less than a mile and a half.

Swim, bike, run. Three little things. Three fun things. It’s going to be a blast.

The water was 74 degrees this morning. That’s room temperature, but in water. And once I get swimming, it’ll be fine.

Here’s the course map. It looks like someone did it with the little WordArt tools. With his eyes closed.


I’m nervous and excited. I slept rather poorly last night, and I hope I can get some rest tonight. I don’t know if adrenaline can push me for two hours like that. This is a completely new experience, so we’ll see. If I love this, you know what’s going to happen. Triathlons may be all I talk about for a while.

As for now, I’m nervous. Dang, people.