today i raced the Rage in the Sage Half Ironman
at Lake Mead
just outside Las Vegas
. this was to be my final warm up race for IM Brasil
in, wait, let me look over at the Polar countdown watch, oh great, IN 35 DAYS
by far, this was the friggin' hardest of all the 4 HIMS i've raced, so i guess a good practice run for Brasil. to give you an indication of just how gnarls it was, here's what my shoes looked like afterwards...
can you wash the desert out of shoes?
and just consider yourself lucky that you can't smell the internet, cuz there's a whole lotta pee up in there too. that's right, today for the first time...
I PISSED MYSELF!!!
i'm pretty much totally spent. once i made it back to the hotel, i made a bee-line straight for The Original Pancake House
. maybe i'm wrong, but Pigs in a Blanket
could quite possibly be the perfect 4:1 carb/protein ratio for post-race replenishment. i don't know what came over me really. i haven't eaten that crap since i was about 10, but it called to me!!! then i made the mistake of sitting at a blackjack table. yeah, note to self: DON'T GAMBLE WHEN YOU'RE FUCKING EXHAUSTED
. since then, i've been napping all afternoon in between brief bouts of CNN watching here in my hotel room. to add insult to injury, COACH
has a 2 mile open water swim on the schedule for tomorrow. i'm too beat for the 4 hour drive home tonight, so instead i've arranged for a late checkout tomorrow. i'll sleep in 'til about 8, then return to the scene of today's hot, windy, dirty, dusty and pissy crime to hop in the lake and knock it out. then back to the hotel to shower and checkout before i head home.
full race report with ALL THE PISSY DETAILS soon.