On Sunday I packed all of my gear up for a week off and the big race and hit the road to Kelowna. Traffic was pretty light and smooth on Highway 1 heading west until about 10 km outside of Golden. All of a sudden things ground to a halt and folks started getting out of their cars. There was a good Samaritan who looked like he’d just come off the set of a cheesy sci-fi movie (teal and purple jumpsuit tucked into black boots over a beige turtleneck sweater) that was spreading the news that there was a three car accident up ahead. No serious injuries but two of the cars would need a tow truck. It would be awhile before traffic could get moving.
In my rush to get on the road I had missed my 30 minute run in the morning so I got up and started walking on the side of the road, up and down the mountain. There were a bunch of folks – I’m guessing – that were on the road to Ironman. Plenty of tri bikes on the back of cars. I saw a few folks running up and down the mountain as we were stopped. I decided to walk toward the accident and some guy in a Jetta pulled his car over to the opposite shoulder and he pulled out his bike and trainer for a workout.
I walked up the mountain towards the accident and ran back down. It felt good to have the legs moving. On my way down I ran into my family who was stuck a bit further behind me on the road. After about an hour and a half later traffic started to move and we were on our way. I’m now in Kelowna at my parents’ place, but not for long! The Boyfriend and I are heading to Vancouver this morning for a couple of days of fun before all of this Ironman craziness starts.