It's billowing in the flags, the lift-trucks, the tall light booms, the satelite dishes, tents, scaffolding poles, the grandstand.
It's running through the finishline marker, the bike racks, the bag hooks, the road blocks.
It's in shuffling in the grass, the water, the steaming tarmac, the humming power cables.
It's the bubble of the people, their tanned bodies, taut muscles, excitable children, uncomprehending pets, busy electricians, happy volunteers.
It will only get louder until Sunday morning at 6am when it dies down for the Canadian national anthem then explodes with that first cannon fire and 2000 wetsuit-clad humans take to Okanagan lake for the biggest fish fight of the year.
I have a groupie's arm band and a small tee shirt this year (instead of a dress - like last year) and it's made of wicking material instead of heavy duty cotton. Phew.
1 comment:
have fun.
wear sunscreen!
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