IMC
I’m in Penticton this weekend for Ironman Canada (IMC). The plane has just left the Cascades to enter Eastern Washington. Sadly, I won’t get to race: a nagging injury had me off of cycling and running for much of Spring and Summer. Still, since a good friend and a few people I know are competing, I elected to go. I’ve already got a buzz running through me. Everyone at the gate, staff and travelers, probably felt it: there’s something over there that’s drawing a special crowd this weekend. My flight was overbooked so I ended up spending the morning at the airport waiting to get up North.
I overhead people discussing the wait line at registration for the next year’s race . That’s quite an event: historically the only way to register was on-site the day after the race. Besides yourself, you could also only register one other person. Last year I woke up early, drained and hungry to get in line. Right now there’s a woman describing the feeling of the mass swim start to the person next to her. By the end of the flight, the other one might be convinced to show up at registration on Monday.
We’re landing. I’ll write more later and post some pictures.