In the early hours of Wednesday morning, all things going to the grand plan, one of the fabulous Brownlee boys of Britain will be crowned Olympic triathlon champion.
Then, hopefully, we can get back to the business of putting real triathlons back on again. Races that stay true to the prefix 'tri', not the quasi-footrace we saw on Saturday.
The broadcasters would have been delighted with the women's event. They got a photo finish and some pretty pictures of Hyde Park to beam around the world. Talk to people who have an interest in the spirit of triathlon and they have another word for the race won so narrowly by Switzerland's Nicola Spirig: boring.
In all but name it was a swim-run duathlon - and the swim was really only important because it was a place to start. The bike leg was irrelevant. It made for some picture-postcard programming and even provided the odd spill, but in terms of having any meaningful effect on the race, it failed completely.
Instead the race became what everybody predicted and many feared - a straight-out foot race between some of the best runners in the sport.