Eleven days to go...

...and I am woefully underprepared. The last little while has been so disorganized that I'm going to go to PBO hoping to survive. New goal: just to take stock, and see where that weekend is going to end up. No spoken objectives, except for this one: hoping to at least match the last finish time for PBO: 5:26 and change.

Big props to Darren, who kicked it at the Muskoka Chase and to Wedgie who survived the popsicle swim to conquer CDA - I guess #879 was a lucky number after all.

RIP George Carlin.

Peace.