The collection of shops in the center of the ski resort is known as the pedestrian village. It is anchored by the clock tower. Above and around the shops are hotels. That's the buildings you see in most of the photos of the resort. Being hotels, you don't generally get a kitchen, so you are eating at restaurants. The condos are all further from the action. They are larger and let you do your own cooking in their kitchen. Kitchenware is all provided. The place known as the "old village" is the suburb of the Municipality of Mont Tremblant located 3 km to the west of the resort, on Lac Mercier. The run course goes from the resort's pedestrian village to the old village, where the P'tit Train du Nord trail is picked up. About 10 km to the south is Centreville of the municipality, also known as Saint-Jovite. The bike course goes through downtown St-Jovite. They were amalgamated back in 2000 to become the single municipality of Mont Tremblant.
My plan was to hike a short ways up the ski hill and videotape the Snowbirds flyby. I didn't make it for that. I was still on the bus when I heard the jet. It wasn't the Snowbirds either. It was a single CF-18 fighter plane doing the flyby. Still on the bus when the cannon went off. Up the hill I went. The lake was too far away to see the swimmers at all. I could barely make out some water turbulence. You could only tell exactly where they were by the flotilla of support boats. When they passed turn-around, the course took them along the near shore, and they were entirely obscured by the trees.
|The swim underway|
Coming out of T1 change tent, athletes had their helmets on. Helmets weren't kept at the bike like other triathlons. I'm tempted to change into my bib shorts. With my tri suit I don't need to change at all, but nothings as comfy as the bibs. I could run in them after, or change into running shorts at T2. I've done some long rides in the tri suit, and it gets hot in the sun.
Special needs looked like a fun job. When a cyclist arrived, a volunteer with a megaphone called out the number. Runners then hurried to fetch the bag for that athlete. It would be busy and exciting.
|Special Needs Pickup - Bike|
Here's another cool job -- runner escort. Cyclists had a motorbike escorting the leader. On the run, there were bikes leading out the top five runners of each gender.
|3rd-place escort awating the runner|
|My crosswalk for the evening|
Sunday evening, a rumour flashed through the volunteer ranks that the athletes who didn't register on Saturday for the 2013 race were intending to come en masse to Monday's registration. Theories were that they hadn't know about the Saturday registration, or that they had waited to see what the course was like. This led to many of us arriving an hour early Monday before the 9am opening of registration for volunteers. About a hundred of us packed the hallway in the Congress Centre. One of the volunteer captains came and told us all to chill out. We could see that obviously that we weren't about to sell out 2013, so no one had to worry about getting a spot. Although Monday was officially for volunteers only, they let the athletes register also, but after the volunteers. All others were told to take a hike. They weren't taking registrations for the general public. I was giddy with delight and babbled at the volunteer doing my registration. There were no card readers, no receipts. She just typed it into the computer. My credit card was initially rejected, but she retyped the name, and it went through. They should just give us an access code to let us register online ourselves, and have a few days reserved for volunteers and returning athletes.