If I had any idea that MOMAR really stands for drama I would have tried to do something simpler like jump out of an airplane. Seriously crazy business but what preparation for this race has taught me has been invaluable.
1. Nothing is final - that includes race partner, team name and anything you attempted to plan.
2. Plan ahead - but things are going to go sideways anyway so you better have beer in the fridge (helps with thinking outside of the box)
3. This is fun - right????
So long story short, I was down a teammate due to injury leaving me scrambling to find someone else to race with. Option B a blow up doll really wasn't in the cards, and trying to pass my bike off as a teammate would be awkward in the kayak....Thankfully thanks to the power (????) of facebook I managed to wrangle a new partner. With a new partner I needed to get a new name - Liz (the godsend) has never DJ'ed so the prior name 2 DJs and no microphone was not appropriate.
Liz and I decided on "5 cent mixie" a term my mom used to use when she dumped all the leftovers in a pot, added rice and served it as dinner...by this point I was definitely feeling left over - or maybe left behind. Anyway teammate in check and bike checked out (this was a joke) I am on my way.
Somehow the 5 minute phone call to double check gear forgot a key item......dude do you have a compass???