What was a sunny outlook has been replaced with an angry sea of self-doubt.
The weather turned foul overnight and today the lake is whitecapped and the wind is swirling. I currently feel the size of a sow but am hoping that will pass in the final 48 hours. My little amusement is generated by watching hyperfit people cruise around town with full carbon disk wheels and 3 foot long aero helmets.
There is an odd golf range slash hole-in-one set up where people hit golf balls out into the lake at a target a hundred yards away. My latest fantasy (the ones of me placing in the top three long banished) has me taking a golf ball off the dome midway through the swim and being rescued by race officials with much ballyhoo. That would be cool.