Strive to TRI

This is hands down the suckiest of sucky tri-seasons. What the fuck!!!!! Check back next year for a “Holy shit I kicked ass” tri season. Cause all I can do is better, right! WTF!!!!

The weekend started well. I drove out with the family saturday and picked up my Mighty Hampton race pack in Southampton. We crossed the ferry to Shelter Island and stayed at my Uncle's place since the race is Sag Harbor and Shelter Island is way closer than Mastic Beach. Saturday night I ate pasta, drank much water and electrolyte drink, went to bed early. The alarms (multiple) were set for 5 am so I could catch the 5:40 ferry to Sag Harbor. I awoke at 4:40 and just decided to get up get ready and go. Which was a good decision. I didn't get out of the house until 5:15. Now since we only have one car and the family would be joining me at the race finish I had to bike to the ferry. Not usually a big deal it's only 10 miles to the race start (it's a good warm-up). I opened the garage door and low and behold it was dark. I know, I know you say duh its 5:15 am in September but I figured the moon is high I'll be ok. But at 5:15 am it was POURING! No moon, no stars and it...