I woke up the morning of the race feeling tired and sore, and decided to not start. I walked to the start area to help out a student new to the sport, encourage my nephew, and root for my best friend. Wearing my Peaceful Tribe long sleeve produced some unexpected contacts and pleasant conversations. I beg the forgiveness of those I may have forgotten.

Frogonawire was the first. We talked before the race, I say him as he completed a strong bike leg, and he and his girlfriend spent some time exchanging pleasantries after the race. I talked with Don briefly before the race but didn't see him after that. I saw someone who was among the leaders in the HIM wearing his Tribe singlet, but he was concentrating hard on his run so I just applauded. Two runners said hello to me as they worked their way through the first mile of the run. I didn't get the name of one, but Swordfish was the other.

I went home, so I didn't see the end of the race, but I certainly appreciated the contacts I made as I watched. Nice to see all of you, and I hope to run into you again. By the way, as I watched, I had no regret that I didn't start the sprint race which leads me to conclude that I made the right choice.