Can somebody hand me my cape please because I feel like a freaking superhero!! The morning started like most canal mornings.  I drove to the Waterfront at warp speed because I was running late.  Arrived, sniffed the air to get a feel for the stink level (conclusion:  ripe) and went through the ritual of shoehorning (and being shoehorned) team mates into wetsuits.  <<Meg actually came up with a pretty nifty term for what we do each other:  “POP”.>> Then I looked around to spot a few friends (unsuccessfully, since we all look like seals with orange swim caps on), jumped in (gets easier every time) and had the usual panic…