Change of plans. Sorry!
I'm not going to be armed with a sharpie after all. I'M SO BUMMED!
It's my own damned fault, since I didn't shore up my travel plans early enough or bother to do the very important math equation of what time I would need to leave in order to make it to the race that early if I didn't make plans to stay somewhere closer.
And, yes, I did get a 5 on my math AP. And, no, I clearly didn't take those lessons with me.
Erg. Cannot leave the house at 2 am and expect to make it through the day in one piece. No friend/family/stranger housing within 1 hour drive. I'm an idiot.
SO, I am scurrying down there early enough to see my peep, D, hit the water along with everyone else. And I will have IM ABLE written on my legs. And I will scream for you if I find you in the crowd until I'm hoarse or asked to leave, whichever comes first.
And I will be catching at the finish line for as long as they will let me. So I have every intention of seeing each person I know out there cross in a healthy, albeit sweaty, way.
By the way, I'm stupid excited for everyone. It's going to be hot. I know, I know. But you guys are triathletes and you know how to manage heat. Just stay smart out there, keep your core temps down, and race your own race.