to Denver. I just said goodbye to my bike a few minutes ago. Man I
hate flying with my bike. A fortune of gear, blood, sweat, and tears,
packed-up and on wheels, carted-off by some stranger. Ugh. Pray to
the baggage-handler gods that they'll be gentle.
Just had some not-so-healthy dinner at the Fox Sports Grill here in
the terminal. I choose to keep the exact meal a secret, lest my coach
reads this. I'm re-watching the end of today's Tour de France stage.
Man it's been a good Tour so far and the mountains are on the horizon.
Sunday is the Boulder Peak Triathon in Boulder, Colorado. I've done
this race a couple of times before, so, I basically know what I'm in
for. I've trained hard for this race. I feel like I've spent the
last month at lactate threshold. It's been painful. Although this
last week has been less-than-ideal, I'm still feeling pretty good and
my hopes are high. Wish me luck.
