That's what friends are for

The Iron Kahuna spend a sleepless night last night. He had asked some of his closest tri-blogger friends to go this year to Wildflower with him. Taconite Boy, Greyhound and Curly Su said they were in. Perfect. The trio would fly into the OC from Minnesota, Texas and New Jersey, respectively, and the Kahuna would play host until the quartet would travel to Central California for the world's most difficult triathlon.

But then, in the fall, the Kahuna's foot started to really, really hurt. After seven years of trying to keep his Morton's Neuroma in check, he couldn't even ride his bike anymore. He knew surgery loomed. No problem. Wildflower was still a long way away. But he hadn't figured on his HMO. Primary physician, referral, appointment with podiatrist, approval for surgery, surgery date. The whole process took five effing months.

Still, no worries. He wouldn't be able to compete at Wildflower, but he could be the support crew. The Kahuna had a plan to help the topless coeds at the mile 9 aid station, while cheering on his friends.

But two weeks after surgery, his tootsies are still incredibly tender. The incision on his right foot continues to ooze blood and other fluids. For distances more than 25 yards, he uses a wheelchair.

So last night, he had to face reality -- something he doesn't like to do too often. Wildflower is a lot of things, but handicap-friendly it's not. There are two impossibly steep roads that lead down to the transition area and exhibit booths. There are no elevators. Minus a sherpa or some sort of expedition, the Kahuna would never get close to the race -- plus, spending more than four hours driving in the car each way would help his feet either.

The Kahuna knew he wouldn't be able to make it. But how would his friends react? In the wee hours of last night, he worried that he would be hated for dropping out. That no one would understand. That his friendships would be over.

But guess what? Everyone understood! There was some disappointment, but no anger or recriminations. The Kahuna, once again, realized that friends were friends. They stood by the Kahuna and his ailing feet.

So the Kahuna promised to give the greatest host possible while they are in the OC. It's the least he can do.