After years of training.
Okay, after months of training.
All right, weeks.
After drinking beer and eating birthday cake for the last 72 hours straight, I am ready.
Ready to dive into the tepid waters, ascend the hillocks and glide over the verdant knolls of Kirkwood.
Yes, mere mortals, this Sunday, bright and early*, it's time for me to take my place among the athletes known as tri-athletes.
Wish me luck. And know that if I do not post on Monday that my body has rejected itself. Which, let's face it, is what other people do every day. Hey-o!
Also, this will be my power song.