Why is it always so goddamn hot! Another race day with near record heat, bright sun, no clouds until 6pm or so. The dew point was 62, not anywhere near comfortable with the temperature soaring to 93. Support team McCullough was hot sitting in the shade watching the bikes speed by. So I wrote a song, well actually blues singer Robert Johnson did, but I changed the lyrics. "Crossroads" Jan went to the crossroads, fell down on her knees Jan went to the crossroads, fell down on her knees Asked the Ironman gods above, have mercy now, Get me to the finish if you please. Swimmin' like a dolphin, in that Ohio River Whee-hee, she glided right along Didn't nobody seem to know her, nobody passed her by. Ridin' through the crossroads, risin' sun goin' higher Ridin' through the crossroads baby, the risin' sun gettin' hotter I believe to my soul now, po' Jan is burnin' up. Jan can run, she can run, tell all her friends Jan can run, she can run, tell ...