I joined my duathlon-minded chums for an early “Pound & Pedal” event prior to packing up and departing for Ohio. This year it was an unfamiliar course near Harrodsburg with numerous hills. The weather was bright—clear—stunning. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the sky, and so I took a wrong turn during the running leg that added a couple of unnecessary miles to my total distance (20 miles). I hadn’t really pushed at a racing pace, but by the time we arrived at the motel in Wilmington I was feeling rather wiped out. Family was pouring in, and I stayed up far too late socializing and making final preparations for the next day’s festivities.