Some memories of Timex Team Camp 2008

I may have several posts to get several different stories… I’m also awaiting photos from Gennari, so I can post some in another update.

Be warned that while ’some’ of my teammates may refrain from retelling the tales, or may use the g-rated versions in doing so, I am not so contained. Consider yourself warned, now. If you proceed in reading, you’ll get some of the real dish.

I should have known everything would go south at the moment I was picked up at the San Diego airport. Everyone else was either racing the Oceanside 70.3 or arriving on later flights, so it was just me for the first pick-up shift.

I see our team manager, Tristan, in the truck at baggage and wave to him in typical Sharpie fashion: enthusiastically screaming and motioning with my whole body, jumping up and down. Tristan laughs as he pulls over, jumps out to scoop me up in a huge hug as we load up the truck. We had about 30:00 before...