Some random observations from the road:
1. Having a GPS does NOT mean you will not get lost. I knew this, but hubby insisted on yelling at Monsieur Garm-een (again, pronounced in an obnoxious french accent because it cracks me up) which, as we know, only makes it mad and more likely to drive you to the middle of fucking nowhere.
2. Visiting your hyper-critical inlaws on the way to your first ironman is not advisable. Upside, my yearly duty is satisfied and I don't have to listen to the unspoken (thankfully. It is not always unspoken) undercurrent of how fat I am "despite all that running" until next summer. So long bitches, see you on the next trip around the sun!
3. A smart phone is only as smart as the person using it. Therefore, it can be used to look up TONS of totally useless information that, for some reason, my husband and I MUST KNOW RIGHT NOW.
Useless information highlights from this trip:
a. It is 72 miles from Weed, CA to Klamath Falls, OR, it is 25 miles from Puyallup, WA to Renton, WA, and so on and so on. For EVERY tiny ass city we came to there was some sort of distance that we had to know.
b. Jimi Hendrix is buried in Renton, WA (Yes, we went to see the grave. Pictures to follow)
c. There is a place by the California/Oregon border that calls itself the State of Jefferson, and purports to be the 51st state in the union. Get over it folks, you are NOT a state.
d. The Sundial bridge in Redding, CA was built in 2004 (yes, we went there too. It was a regular, white trash pilgrimage of the northwest. Pictures to follow)
e. A rousing game of "Dead or Alive" resulted in the following information: Ernest Borgnine, Betty Ford, and Lena Horne are all still alive and kicking. Sadly, Ricardo Montalban, Jim Henson, and Nell Carter are not.
I'll stop. We did this for over 17 hours.
4. Northern Washington is patently uninteresting. Unless you are into hay. Lots and lots of hay.
I have officially checked in, and am wearing an Ironman wristband. It is much colder than expected and is raining, Everyone is scrambling to get appropriate clothing. It is starting to feel real.
Christ, what have I done?