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Zippety Zip



Look what I get to race with on Sunday!
Some awesome Zipp race wheels!
Wow! I am stoked!

My first time on race wheels. Ever!
Besides the one time right before Boise 70.3
when I decided, after 2 minutes,
that I am not taking any chances
and will stay with the tried and true!

This time, however, it is different.
This race is all about taking chances!
I came here to have fun and
to push myself beyond
what I think I am capable of.
My little carbon friends will help me along. I hope...

Never mind that these wheels are worth more than my bike.
Is there are rule that says you can't have a Zipp 808
on a non-carbon bike?
I hope not!
(I think there should be a rule that says
your bike, wheels, and tires all have to match.
But nobody asked me...)

Huge thanks to
Heath Thurston (HT training)
and
David Warden (PowerTri)
for lending me your precious babies!
I will do my best to take good care of them!
Thanks for spoiling me!

I am so grateful for all the support
I have received from all of you!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
It means a lot to me.

Time to rest up
for another day of pre-race fun tomorrow!





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