The run up from the swim. Nice green carpet for our feet. More importantly, my feet won't be numb and I am not going to be cold when I get on the bike.
Transition---my bike is at the very end, racer No. 4.
Here I am overlooking the swim venue. Andy might watch it from here. Could be a pretty cool view.
Almost 5 years---well, technically, 4 years, 10 months and 20 days.
A little detour before leaving for Hawaii. I cut my pinky finger slicing a bun the night before snapping this picture at the hospital. I needed stitches but delayed closure has a higher risk of infection. So, just neosporin and band-aids. I call the cut the Grand Canyon, it's a pretty big slice and is probably going to take forever to heal.
View from my hospital room. They had me in and out in less than an hour and also told me I was the most pleasant patient they had all day. I felt like an idiot for going in since they could not do anything for me. The doctor asked why I did not come in the night before and I told him that we were having a BBQ and I did not want to leave my guests. I think he understood.
I got strawberries as my mid ride snack on my last long ride before leaving for Hawaii. Gotta love California!