Ferrell was in top form after his July conquest of the Lake Placid Ironman. Why waste this moment of awesome physical power with weed-pulling at home when he could be grabbing trophies? So with some last minute wrangling he was shoe-horned into the Santa Barbara Triathlon. I was newly approved for unassisted walking after my recent hip surgery, and therefore good to go for another bandit tri swim. Count me in! But we were both committed to other projects this weekend so this would be a shock-and-awe surgical strike, not a full-on party weekend in SoCal like past competitions here.
Rick showed up at my office right on time - 12:50pm, moments before the NYSE stock exchange closed and during my critical period of closing trades for Profunds and individual stocks. It was a good day; netting me plenty to deal with yesteday's losses and also the steep lodging costs on the beach front in trendy Santa Barbara.
After race check-in and up-loading the motel room, we cruised State Street... and settled on Carlito's Mexican Restaurant. I had the strip steak megaTostada. Now, the previous night I'd had a full-bore carbo Mexican dinner with my astronomer friend Stephane. I had plenty of energy for the swim the next morning - was it all the high-calorie Mex?
Time for the first half of that Power Bar...
My swim time was 30:35 getting out of the water, and add about 25 seconds to get to the timing carpet for 31:00, which would've put me 9th out of 32 in my age group, and 296th out of 900 overall on the swim if I'd registered. Ferrell was 28:26 - beat me again, but hey - I'm gaining on him compared to Wildflower. I had time to relax, watch more swimmers come in, walk back to the motel and take a shower, and be back in plenty of time for Rick's bike finish.
That's Ferrell on the run, and another palm tree that just jumped right into the picture
The race results are on-line here.