After
years of training.
Okay,
after months of training.
All
right, weeks.
Fine,
days.
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.