Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Arriving in Ironmanland
"I never set out to be weird. It was always the other people who called me weird."
You know you are in an Ironman Town when...
...the 6 people in the line at the hotel's front desk in front of you try, and fail, to get rooms that same night and have been to every other hotel in town with the same result.
...the price of a $55 dollar room is $89. For one weekend out of the year.
...all of the cottage cheese, cream-hair-removal products, and bottled water are sold out of the "convenience marts" nearby, because no one knows there is a supermarket just three blocks away.
...the average body fat % drops to below 10% one weekend during the year whereas normally its 25%.
So its Wednesday night and I am in Coeur D' Alene, ID. Ironman is Sunday. I am nervous, but more tired than nervous. It was a long drive from Seattle and its hot. Very HOT.
Tomorrow morning I will be up at 7, down to RACE CENTRAL at 8:30, swimming by 9. Then a ride around the run course and then packet pick-up and perusing the expo. Should be a good day. I cant wait to go to sleep. We brought much of our own food so it will be easy to handle the morning affairs, for a change. Nothing like being an over-prepared Virgo.