Well, we survived our drive north which went pretty smoothly for a nine hour drive and arrived at an adorable cottage in Wilmington, NY. We had dinner with Scott and Martine where we discussed toilet noise reduction strategies, how to avoid injury on the course (starting with not cutting my foot open at the swim start) and how Scott would manage to climb the extremely hill up to his cottage at the end of the race.
On tap for today is a loop of the swim course, registration and watching the time trial in the tour. Thank the maker our cottage TV gets Versus. (Editorial comment: Contador may be pretty and he may climb like a svelte mountain goat, but he's dumb as bricks. Maggie, I'm sorry to have to say that about your boy, but really ... come on!)
Dreamed about the race finally last night - first dream in months. But as anxiety dreams goes, it was pretty much a washout. For some reason, we didn't do the race and so we watched a movie instead. Bor-ring. I hope the race is as uneventful!
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