Saturday morning. The calm before the storm. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Too many gels makes Jack a very boring boy. I'm not going to hurt you... I'm going to f$%king kill you!
Drove some of the course yesterday, both bike and run. There are some stout hills on the bike course, but definitely easier than Lake Placid or CdA, Idaho. Montreal has done a ton of work in prep for this race including repaving a huge section of 117 for us. We ride out and back on one very smooth side, and the other side is chewed up and very reminiscent of South Carolina.
Today's job is to get all the stuff into transition- bike has to be ready to go (except for tire pumping and water bottles), and the bags have to be filled- everything needed to ride and run go over there too.
This morning started off very well- with this little dude coming up to the deck and hanging out with me for about 5 minutes. He didn't say much, and what he did say was in French so I didn't understand: "si je pouvais avoir une certaine s'il vous plaît de vos amandes je serais très reconnaissant" Silly woodchuck. If the woodchuck doesn't embody the Ironman spirit I don't know what does.