Or “Melt Tuna,” as we are in the picture. We did it two years ago, took a year off for injuries last year, and came back stronger than ever this time around. The whole thing felt better, since we were aware of how hilly the course was this time, and we were better matched, with less waiting around (less Brian waiting for me to arrive, that is).

We were back home by 10:30 or so, and I spent the rest of the afternoon doing database stuff at the Sunset/Gower Obama phonebank. Can it be only 48 hours away? Crazy.