I'm wiped out, and George is starving, so this will be quick.
George finished in 13:57 after a painful marathon. He was unsteady on his feet but sensible (sort of), has showered, and now wants to eat. He told his sister that if he tries to register for Ironman Wisconsin next year, she has permission to taze him.
Typical post-race negativity. By next weekend, he'll think an IM next year is a great idea. IMs are like childbirth, I think, although I never had amnesia myself...I remember every pain my children put me through. But I did it twice. Voluntarily.
Ironman Mont Tremblant is George's sixth Ironman.
That's a special kind of crazy.
We're off to feed the beast. He's limping, but we're going.
I'll wrap up our Ironman weekend when we get home. Thanks for all the support and encouragement and prayers today!