The past two and a half weeks have been quite the adventure! It started out with the usual race-centered escapades, but shortly thereafter tailspinned into a full-blown Lewis Carrol novel!
We flew down to TX on April 3rd for Galveston 70.3. Our pal, Sgro, picked a few friends and us up at the airport in his sweet, new, double-cab pick-up truck. Originally from Brockton, he’s just a cowboy hat and bolo tie short of a true Texan, now, folks!
Our suitcase did not make it to Houston with us, but Southwest had it delivered to us before we went to bed that night. Because that suitcase held all of the training clothes that we had packed, we needed to get creative for the little run we had planned. We both borrowed shorts from our buddy, Matt Curbeau, and I bought a cheap sports bra at the local sporting goods store. I made a mistake with the size, and basically