35 hours after my cab picked me up here . . .
I was finally here, reunited with these two! Home sweet home. Love it.
This is what 35 hours of travel looks like right an ironman, in spite of wearing compression socks for the whole trip:
Cankles and sausage feet.
I logged some quality time in the Recovery Pump last night and a couple of easy hours on the bike this morning with Aunt Sammy and the legs are almost back to normal.
With any luck, the brain cells will be back intact tomorrow and I can finish up my race report!