This is gonna be pretty short, as it's around 10:30 and I'm exhausted, but finally on the recovery from a pretty tough few days. Bottom line: I got served out in Minneapolis, but I hear from the front runners that there was a little drafting going on at the front of the pack. I should know better than to mix it up w/ITU/World Cup guys, because I got dropped from the swim about 30 seconds into the race. If you count the weekend in Lake Placid as a race (I'm going to), I've raced 10 times over the past month and a half. I'm fried. Mid-season blues? Got 'em. I'll try to put together a post tomorrow about fighting the good fight against those. Oh, yeah, the picture. I'm the guy w/the mutton chops, about the only thing I'm known for in the pro field right now.