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Concerts and tris don’t mix

It’s hard to turn down Phish tickets, so when your brother shows up in town with an extra lawn “seat” you tend to take it. Even if you have a sprint tri the next morning. It’s equally hard not to have a beer or three and impossible to not breathe in all the smoke around you. I was at least able to respectfully decline a hit from the most prepared concert goers I have ever come across in my life. But that’s another story. I even got to see Fishman do his vacuum solo! Well, in hindsight, that all was a bad idea. First, I set my alarm for PM instead of AM. Amazingly, I woke up in time to throw on my tri suit and run out the door to my (thankfully) already packed car. I raced to Oswego and beat the packet pickup cutoff by minutes. I believe…

It’s tri time!

Today’s an amazing mix of fear and excitement. My heart’s racing from the unknown. I’ve never done anything like this before. The 3am wake up call has me getting dressed into the tightest suit I’ve ever worn, which is not easy when still half asleep. The car’s all packed, so all I have to do is grab my coffee and drive the 30 or so minutes to the ET Batavia Triathlon. Transition is in a parking lot, a long, dark walk from parking at 4am, but only a few steps from the (way too shallow) converted pool/quarry we’ll use for the swim portion.