Race Day...

Well it's 12:01am on race day. I should be sleeping or at least trying to sleep. I also should be in Florida, and weigh about 170lbs.
Instead, I'm up, drinking a nice glass of Scotch, at my computer in Michigan, and I weigh a disturbing 193lbs.
I suppose that this is how things go sometimes, but I swear that I might vomit the next time someone tells me that everything happens for a reason. I mean, that is not really how it works. Sure things happen, but not always for a reason. What we do in the face of adversity often makes us stronger, and is often a bigger challenge and yields greater rewards than the initial task for which we set out, but I don't think that's the same thing. Oh well, it doesn't matter.

The weather should be good today, and the race should be fast. Good luck to all those who wade into the water in about seven hours.
To paraphrase something old and good:

May the ocean currents carry you swiftly and safely to shore. May the southern winds be at your backs and embrace you like the breath of God. May the sun warm your soul but not scorch your spirit. And may the taste of victory be cool and sweet upon the lips of You, the Champion.

Godspeed