Ok, the heat camp in the Philippines seems like forever ago. The tan, or should I say sunburn from the race in China is fading, and I have not even been at home for a week yet. I am not sure why, but time is not always the same. Sometimes a day is not 24 hours long, and a week seems like a month. Especially when travelling, when you gain time one way, lose time another way and just in general have no clue what day or time it is when you get where ever you are going. I am about to jump on a plane again tomorrow to head out to Wildflower half ironman, and am hoping that the flight goes by in minutes, not hours. So just a little bit of a look back at some pictures and thoughts from the past few adventures, before I head to the next one.
A post bike ride Slurpee, or two. I can’t even describe how amazing it tasted, after sweating it out on the bike in 35 degrees Celsius for four hours, riding back and forth in Subic bay. It is kind of sad that MacDonald’s, Starbucks and 7-Elevens are all over the world, making it all look so alike. But then again I am also guilty of keeping them in business.
We must have had way too much energy after a swim to be dancing on the pool bottom. From left to right are LC, me, Donna and Maki. I definitely miss swimming in an outdoor pool, and having some company during the paddlefest swims.
Ok, just how tough are the TBB athletes? This is Donna, just after IM China, heading from the medical tent to the massage tent, and then finally the food tent. After rocking through a super tough Ironman of course. I managed to avoid the med tent, missed the massage tent, but had no trouble finding the food tent. There was a post on the forum a while back about post ironman food. No watermelon, but the grapes sure were yummy, and after a while the pizza was nice too.
Speaking of Ironman China, the above is the resort we stayed at. This was the spa building, and yes, we did sleep in the spa. It was a beautiful building, and the rooms were basically treatment rooms, converted into bedrooms, pretty comfy, except for the lack of a door. The sleeping was good, but not as good as Singapore. Singapore has the comfiest firm beds, the most amazing soft comforters and just in general the best sleeping equipment ever. As a sleep connoisseur I highly recommend a trip to Singapore. And speaking of sleep, I am off to bed, so that I can head out to Wildflower tomorrow. It is the “Woodstock” of triathlon, so pretty much guaranteed a fun time, even if I am a little under the weather.