Alcatraz. The name itself is somewhat intimidating. To swim from Alcatraz? I thought that was impossible? As a swimmer and after standing on shore looking at that island I don't think so. At least not in a wetsuit. It's not that far.
I should say that I am typing this entry on an iPad. Expect considerably more typos.
My time so far has been good here. It's cold. I wish the air temp was warmer. The water was calm this morning, with very little wind...but that is deceiving. The Bay is like a river, always moving. I finally got my bike from Sports Basement....a great shop on the West side of town. I rode through San Francisco for the first time and loved it. Cycling gives you so much freedom. Well compared to walking anyway. Cruising through SF is not for the faint of heart though. You should be an experienced city cyclist to really push it. I'm not...but my youth in Indianapolis pushing traffic at ever opportunity has given me some confidence.
Triathlon trip like this involve a lot of hotel room time surrounded by gear. My bike rest against the second double bed. My water bottles liter the faux granite bathroom sink. Lyca this or that strewned about....planned for Sunday. Wetsuit. Goggles. Race belt. Timing chip belt. Visor. Jersey. Bike shoes. Running shoes. Socks. Towel. CO2. Helmet. Sunglasses. And body glide!
Once you've done an Ironman all else seems secondary. Not to sound braggish. I'm horribly out of shape. I have a layer of 'chub' as my kids say. All over. You wouldn't see it...but I know I'm not as fit as I can be. This will be an interesting non-fit benchmark. I'm still planning to push the swim pretty hard, if for nothing else just to get out of the cold pool. I hate cold water.
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