California

I love San Diego. I woke up my first morning here and headed out for a run in La Jolla. It was supposed to be short, since I'm racing tomorrow, but it was too beautiful to stop.

After coffee with Haley and Rick, my former employer, who was also out for a run at 6am when I texted that I was in town, I headed up to Timex base camp. Just in time to find Doug directing Tristan as he gave the giant truck-version of me a scrub down. I hope I am never, ever, really this big.

I washed the tires.

Then it was off to the expo, where I ran into Courtenay & Marit.

And then all of these clowns:

And then I got to babysit Andrew, the gorgeous baby up top there, for a while. He kept me company while I went through race registration. A couple super-smart triathlete people asked if I had a baby since Kona in October.

And in exchange for babysitting, Andrew's mom Eli hooked me up with this cap, so that my noggin won't freeze tomorrow. Well, so that it will freeze less.

Then we stopped off at Rivet Cyclesport, owned by Matt and Debbie (formerly of Oahu and the still of the Boca Family), where I got to meet their new baby, Tor.
















I have a serious crush on San Diego. I come here yearly, and never stay more than 3 or 4 days.. but everytime I land here I feel like I'm coming home. Which is odd, because I've never lived here. I rent a car and breeze around the freeways without ever getting lost. And I get lost on Oahu more than I would care to admit. Thank god for mauka and makai. But never here.. I must have lived here in another life.

Tomorrow it's on -- 70.3 miles of racing!