The hardest thing now is to stop running when I'm supposed to. Yesterday was only10 minutes after my bike ride. Today was just 30 minutes. I wanted to keep going so badly! But I didn't. I'm trying to trust the taper. Trust that I've trained to the best of my ability. Trust that the reduction in training will mean I'm fresher on Sunday. I feel ready. I feel like I did all I could the past few months to prepare for this.
I'm not nervous for Sunday. I'm excited, but there does seem to be a nervous energy about it. Anticipation, maybe?
I'm not anxious in the sense I think something is going to go horribly wrong. Or that I'm not prepared. It's just an unknown. I've never raced this distance before. I don't know what it will make me feel like. And my wave start is near the front, so I'm predicting a lot of people swimming over me and hearing a lot of "on your left" while on the bike. But that won't be the first time for either one of those.
Honestly, I'm just really excited. I love the triathlon environment. Everyone I've met at races has been so encouraging and friendly. Plus, triathletes are just crazy- I think it's part of the definition- and the craziness becomes normal. A typical person will think what we do is nuts ("you're waking up how early to do what for 3 hours?") while we all just have smiles on our faces and permanent marker on our arms and legs.
The other awesome part of triathlon is that there is no music allowed, so, unlike running races where everyone has their headphones on, everyone actually talks to each other. I just love it and can't wait to be part of it again. Plus it's another day I get to do the three sports I love, and give thanks to God all the while!
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| *and is also crazy |
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