I am safely ensconced in the Seattle area in a town called Tulilap, which is apparently in the larger town of Marysville, which is about 45 minutes outside of Seattle proper. Of course, being in the Seattle area, the coffee brand capitol of the world (and that's true even if you exclude the absurdities of the Super Fourbucks chain, which despite its ubiquity doesn't actually offer extremely high-quality coffee)--being in this area I expected to have at least decent coffee in the hotel. We'll see what they have at breakfast, but my room is stocked with Maxwell House. Oh well.
Today's plan is breakfast in a few minutes (since I'm not acknowledging the time-zone change from Montana and am waking up slightly earlier than usual in preparation for an early race morning, I've been up and showered long before they opened the dining hall for breakfast), then off to the race site to drive the bike and run courses, run one lap of the run course, ride one lap of the bike course, and take a short swim in the lake. I'll probably jet into Seattle proper in the afternoon before picking up Mom and Dad from the airport this evening.
A little bit of inspiration to close:
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt, April 23, 1910
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