OK, I've heard the proximity of one's Ironman debut (or deflowering, depending upon how one looks at it) can make you do strange things. I've been stalking the websites lusting after race wheels I don't need and probably should not spend the money on. I've seriously contemplated buying a pointy, aero helmet (though if I do, I will have the word "POSER" prominently stenciled on the front, sides and back). Given that aberrant behaviour (notice the Canadian spelling BOLDAH), my latest purchase does not seem completly outrageous.
I just spent (more or less) $100 on cowbells.
http://www.cowbell.com/ was advertised in the back of Inside Triathlon, and I could not resist. When I swim, bike or run by my peeps on the big day, I want to hear them making noise like I'm the second coming of Dave Scott, even if I look and move like I'm something Dave Scott's dog left in the back garden.
So, I purchased four cowbells in an assortment of sizes. (Yes, there are different sizes, because size does matter. I did not buy the magnum size huge bells because . . . uhm, . . . never mind.) I bought one for Mrs. Greyhound, one for Superpounce, and two for them to give to members of Trimama's tribe if needs be.
If they have their own bells, you can borrow the extras, so long as an appropriate amount of cacophony ensues whenever I pass by. In fact, if you've got a $20 to spare, and if you'll be spectating at IMMoo, get a bell and support the triblogger alliance.
Come on peeps! BUY SOME BELLS! I NEED MORE COWBELL!