Where do I start? How about the beginning.

The weather could not have been better. The walk down was typical, temps in the 70's at dawn. I usually walk down to transition alone these days.

I enjoy the view, get my head straight, and try not to puke. I was sure I was going to have a picture this year of the place I didn't puke up my breakfast.

No such luck.

I love Timberman. Once I was empty of my nervous energy, and Carnation instant breakfast, I walked down the last road, got my number, age, and C marked on my body, and headed into the transition area. Team Angry were all in a row, and in a sweet rack area. Kind of unusual, we are typically separated all over the place.

Yeah, that's us all, almost ready to start.

This year, the Clydesdales are in the 2nd wave, at 7:06 am. Nicki is in the 5th wave, 18 minutes later. We made a quick call home to let them know to get their asses down there, now, for the start, listened

to the murmur of announcements, and penalties, which is a lot clearer now, and feigned interest in Oh, Canadia. I tried, I really did. We have a strong Canadian heritage, going back to the 17th century, from an island, off an island, off of Cape Breton. Great Uncle Napoleon loved it last time I tried to sing it, even if it was horribly, horribly inappropriate at the time. Thanks for the rum, uncle Nap.

Then we showed true enthusiasm for our own Anthem, forgot my watch, and headed down to the water.

Let's go get angry. Or not.