I don’t have a lot of days left between now and the big dance at Ironman Lake Placid. I won’t do a count down as I know that myself and all of my friends who are racing in Ironman along with me are nervous enough without a reminder of just how many days, hours and seconds we have to go. Just the thought of it makes me want to smile, shed a tear, laugh, and/or puke all at the same time.
Has anyone seen my bike? #bikemadness
Welcome to the taper…
Last night I swam 3000 yards in the pool. I forgot my wetsuit at home and with no open water swim practice with a club, I wasn’t about to swim 2 miles sans wetsuit without a life guard. So yes, I swam 3000 yards at the ymca. Going back and forth, dissecting all of my Ironman training in my head. By the time I had finished the swim, I had basically determined that Ironman is not for me.
Oh hey taper. Nice to see you.
So I spent some time in my own head last night beating myself. Counting a few missed workouts. Wondering if I could have done something different.
And then I remember that this is a time for rest. That all of the work has been done. I remember that I need to smile. I remember that I need to trust that I have put in the work and I will reap the rewards on race day. I remember that I need to be brave. I can do this, if I believe that I can do this. I remember that I am “racing” with almost 40 other people from my triathlon club and that I have tons of friends and family who will be at this event. I remember that I am surrounded by love. I remember that there are things in life that are so much bigger than this race. I remember to be thankful for all that I have and will have in my life. This is just a minor detail.
The taper crazies are still here, but if I can just keep remembering… I will be ok.