There is a primal, rite-of-spring aspect to the race. You do it to finish. You cross under that banner in Orange and feel relief. You paddled for six miles and you made it. You feel alive.
That's what we did today, Miguel and I. We started at number 315 and we finished somewhere in the middle. We'll find out exactly where in the next few days. But we felt good. Afterwards, we went to the Voo and ate hamburgers and drank beer. Mwa ha ha.