My bags are packed...

Ok, so just the one bag.

My transition bag is ready. My bike and the rack for my car are sitting by the door. Clothes are laid out. Alarm is set (for rilly, rilly early).

Sadly, I can't find my camo print dress or the chest strap for my heart rate monitor. I cant replace the dress (though I think I just remembered where it might be), but I can order a replacement strap if it doesn't turn up in the early part of next week. Neither of those things are necessary for my race, but I'd like to have them nonetheless. *sigh*

Think of me tomorrow morning, out in the chilly rain, suffering in the suburbs. (Ok, so it's not all suffering. It's more fun than anything else.)