All racked up and ready to roll...

What a day it's been...

This morning we made our way up to Wisconsin to get me all set up for tomorrow morning's triathlon.

Let me tell you. There are about one hundred billion million trillion women at this thing. Okay...so that's an exaggeration...it's more like 4000-some odd femmes running around with their bikes and looking for body marking and course maps and such. Nevertheless, it may as well be one hundred billion million trillion cause everyone seems to have brought their entourage of kids, parents, husbands, boyfriends, lesbian lovers, partners in crime, old sorority sisters, best friends, neighbors, dog walkers, mailmen, milkmen and pizza delivery guy. There are waaaaaay too many people in a small space (can't imagine how the course will be). And all the estrogen is in the air and it's making me really nutty.

I was relieved to get out of the expo area quickly. After checking in and sitting through the course talk, we made our way to transition so I could start getting everything set up. I figured I'd leave my bag there overnight and lay everything out in the morning. I found a strategic place to set up my transition (conveniently next to a brilliant gal who outlined her path with chalk, so I can follow her markings) and made friends with the gal who racked to my left. She's a first timer, too...and unlike me, has absolutely no clue what she's doing. I'm sure we'll have a blast together tomorrow running around in T1/T2 with our heads cut off.

I also had the priviledge of being body marked by Cutie McCuterson who claimed that he had the best job in the world as he got to "mark up a bunch of beautiful ladies like yourself all day long." Awww. Yes. I gushed. :)

Once we finally high-tailed it outta Pleasant Prairie we found lunch and then hit the outlet mall here in Gurnee. I managed to pick up 4 pairs of shorts on a MAD SALE for the cruise. Shopping definitely helped keep the nerves at bay.

Tonight on our way to pick up dinner I found a live feed of the Smashing Pumpkins playing Live Earth in NY. If that's not a sign that I'm gunna have a kick ass race tomorrow, then I don't know what is. And as Ryan would say..."The world is a vampire." ...and yes, they played that one.

So here I am...chilling in our hotel room, trying to find my "tri zen." (om.) Nerves seem to come in waves. At this very moment, I'm okay. Dice and Mouse just called to wish my luck...and I actually had to call my mom to remind her that my tri is in the morning. We've got one of Mike's old high school friends and her hubby here hanging out with us. All I have left to do this evening is shave my legs and indulge in a nice neck massage.

Welp, it looks like the next time I check in with all you crazy campers I will officially be a triathlete (well...hopefully, at least).

Stay tuned for details...

Let's hope I make it through this sucker! See you on the flip side!