The sun is out and it's warm, maybe even hot.

I walk to the changing tent, escorted by a cheerful Gary Boyd. Robert snaps an unattractive photo of me. "How do you feel?" I'm just glad to be off the bike.

I don't know why I was so determined not to make a 2nd bathroom stop on the bike. At this point I don't care if I sit in the changing tent for 2 hours. In fact that might be kind of nice.

I choose a seat in the back corner, since the tent does not offer much in the way of privacy. The tent "doors" comprise about 75% of the front of the tent and both are pinned open. Unfortunately this does nothing to improve the comfort of the tent. It is still hot and muggy.

I take my time changing into running shorts, applying sunscreen, applying Vaseline, trying to choke down a few Pringles. I wish they had showers in here. A shower would be nice.

I finish prepping myself for the run but just don't feel like hurrying out of there. Why are all you folks in such a rush? Do you know what you're facing when you leave this place? It's hot out there.

I pick up my assorted junk and stuff it back into transition bag. Don't want to leave a mess behind. I can't think of anything else I need to do. I guess I have to get out of here.

T2: 11:29. Damn. I should have stayed in a little longer.