I received an email from my friend Peggy, the Grand Masters triathlete from Santa Barbara who kicked butt at her seventh Kona Ironman last year. She didn’t send pictures because her kids have yet to teach her how to use a digital camera, but I thought this story was pretty funny.
“hi, from new zealand again. i’m down here getting ready to do the ironman on saturday. as i write this thursday morning, it’s early afternoon wednesday for you on pacific time.
” i got down here sunday and did the usual: got a car, meandered down, came to the same low-key lodging about four blocks up from the race site. all is well.