This is the biggest
race of my life
(to date)
I have struggled to
get to this point
I have run countless
miles
Biked all over this
damn city
Swam enough laps to
make this self-proclaimed fish want to stay on land
It’s almost here
I want to vomit
Just puke up all my
nerves and anxiety
I am starting to make
packing lists
(1. Bike)
Grocery lists
(1. No Kale)
To do lists
(1. stop panicking)
Not to do lists
(1. poop my pants,
see grocery list above)
My lists have lists
Lists are crucial
When we were driving
through the bike course at Vineman, we passed a guy yelling at random cars for
bike cleats
He was riding a very
nice Tri bike, in a very nice jersey with Vans on
I don’t want to be
that guy
Please don’t let me
be that guy
Although I would
rather be that person vs the pooping their pants person
Maybe my lists
need a redo…
Maybe they need to be
simplified
And not in excel
format… scheduled down to the minute.
New, Simple, Ironman,
no pooping pants list:
Grocery shopping:
Anything that doesn’t
include marinara
All I need is wicked
heartburn for 140 miles
Packing list:
Bike
Cleats
Lube
Clothes
Goggles
Wetsuit
Lube
Running shoes
Bib
Anything else is just
gravy.
To Do:
Relax, take a Xanax
Maybe a beer
Eat
Drink your water
Get some sleep
Don’t do:
Panic
Watch the weather
channel religiously
Pop a Xanax into your
beer
Stare at the ceiling
fan when you should be sleeping and imagine all the horrific ways this could
end
Vomit
Cry
Cry while vomiting
Poop your pants
Any combination of
the above
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