It was then that my little angels entered my life – someone asked if I needed help and next thing I knew I had 4 pairs of hands on my pulling various parts of my wetsuit down my body – sweet, blessed, fresh air – and telling me to lay down. No problemo – but isn’t this an odd place for my nap? They grab my wetsuit and start yanking and pulling while I laugh hysterically and next thing I know I’m laying on the hideous yellow carpet (which Frank CLEARLY got on sale in mass quantities) half naked. I don’t know if they handed me my wetsuit or not – but I definitely like those people!
Into the blessed change tent of salvation and as close to the heater as I can get….some really nice and very funny lady comes over and starts helping me – she put my arm warmers on for me just like Mom used to do with my girly tights!!! A little chamois cream for the bits (and the Nice Lady grabs a towel for me to wipe the “extra” off my fingers – she’s a doll) and I’m out the other side of the tent headed toward my bike.
First thing noticed: the gale that’s trying to blow me back into the tent.
First thought: oh hell, this could be interesting. When what to my wandering eyes should appear but a small herd of bundled up Eskimo parents yelling with cameras in hand!! Definitely a bump to the mentality there, and some quality humor at that…now, how am I going to ride my bike up this hill, into this wind…only 112 miles left...T1 time: 6:20
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