Meghan!

With intern year done and two weeks of vacation, Meghan arrived in Spokane last night. After another rainy drive, we made it back to CDA and went sleep. Today was day 1 of registration, so we headed down to the transition area to pick up the race numbers, check out the shops, get another massage (Kevin, I still hate your midget shower), and mutter under our breath about how douche-y so many of the triathletes are. Don't try to deny it. You know who you are.

The line was so long for registration that Meghan had time to go for a run while I stood around trying not to look douche-y. In line, the guy in front of me was from Bay City, and the guy behind me was from Flint. Crazy! My number is 371, so if you're bored between 7AM and 8PM-ish on Sunday, you can theoretically track me at www.ironman.com.

After check-in, I put the race tires on my wheels and proceeded to blow up one of my new tubes. It was at approximately 140psi when this happened (these tires go up to 170!!), so I may have messed my pants a little. Meghan did too. After calming down, I headed out to do a lap of the bike course. Let's just say that it was way hillier than I expected. Also, some pro dude with a CSC jersey passed me and I decided to chase him for a while and tired myself out pretty early. Lesson: don't chase pros on Sunday. This is their job.

Overall, the course is gorgeous and pretty fun. Some killer curves on the descents are going to wreck a few folk, I'm sure. Although, I bet the uphills are going to wreck even more. Never had to use the little ring in Michigan, but it's going to see plenty of action this weekend!

After the sluggish ride and a shower, we headed out to get ice cream.

Apparently the ice cream place is really hard to find. Two sets of people asked us where we got it (across the street) while we were sitting there. Today and yesterday were very different. Lesson: Meghan repels Vietnam vets and attracts ice cream cravers.