I'll skip the window dressing since I think we all know how hard the Wildflower course is and how tough it is to sleep in the back of an SUV.
My own race started for real after making the right turn around the second triangular buoy as swam back to shore. As is my custom, I aim for the blue shack on the left side of the return leg and I start to pick up the pace a bit. Unfortunately, as it sometimes happens when I put my head down and start grinding out the yards, I slice to the right, a fact of which I became aware when the dude on the surfboard screamed "wrong way, dude!". Damn.