Similar to other travel plans I have made this year, my plans to travel with other triathletes from the Boise area fell apart faster than they were formed and I found myself preparing to make the trip alone again. “Saint” Jeremy was going to be with the kids in eastern Idaho for Tayllor’s state softball tournament so I had plenty of time to organize my gear and prepare for the 7 hour drive to Portland. Trips always seem to work out better when the “Saint” plans them and all I have to worry about is my gear and racing. I need to figure out some way that I can make enough money so I can pay him to quit his job and work fulltime for me. I was excited to race Rev 3 Portland and had heard a lot of positive things from the Rev 3 race series; mostly that at some of the races the payout goes into the AG and not just the Pro ranks. Only weeks prior to race day, Rev 3 announced a race venue change due to permit issues with the city of Portland. I’m not sure what the original course was going to be like but the new course was going to be flat and fast…I prefer hilly and fast on both the bike and the run.
Race morning brought mostly sunny skies, 60 degree air temp with no threat of rain and no wind…perfect conditions for a fast race. I arrived at the race venue a little later than hoped because I was trying my hand at camping again to keep costs down and no camping at Blue Lake. The State Park I was staying at wouldn’t open the gates to get in or out until 6:30am and with a 30min drive it was going to make tight but doable since my swim wave didn’t leave until 8:30am. I finished dropping off my gear in the transition area and as I ran back to my car to get on my swim gear I came around a hedge of bushes and almost literally ran into a couple of kids that looked mysteriously familiar, and then I saw the “Saint” with an expression on his face like he had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “SHUT UP!” for some reason that was the only thing I could say for a couple of seconds because my family was not supposed to be here. Apparently they did a midnight run to make it to the race and cheer me on. They were trying to avoid me and surprise me on the course and were headed away from the swim start thinking that would be the best plan to keep the surprise alive. I was so excited to see my cheer squad and they were wearing their green race shirts!