One week till race day.

I ate dinner last night with my triathlon buddies, and as per usual I was reminded of how much more seriously they take their racing than I do.

I am sort of like the racing version of a diesel truck. I’m strong, but heavy (and slow). And I smell funny. I can eat pretty much anything and be ok. Trucks can too. Or at least, in my robotic diesel truck army fantasies, they can.

…what was I saying? Anyway.

I’m glad I never bought a tri-specific bike. I’m not sure, but I feel like I might just bike next year instead of doing triathlons. We’ll see.

I thought I would feel a lot more fit near the eve of my race. Unless I have some sort of catastrophic failure like a broken bone or heart attack, I feel good about finishing.

So, as should be obvious, I haven’t felt like doing a damned thing since I finished my Half ironman. I didnt feel like running, swimming, or biking at all.

I fought through it and did my workouts anyway, but it was a struggle every step of the way. I have never felt so totally adverse to exercise, especially since I spent the preceeding year really enjoying it.

So here I am three weeks out from my Ironman race, not having done nearly the training I have done in the past year. I guess it’s technically about time to start tapering anyway, and it’s a good thing because I can not stand to run another step.

I talked to a friend of mine doing the same race and he said he feels the same way.

Its pretty miserable. Hopefully I still have the fitness to finish the race.

I need rest, but I can’t rest because I have to get through this race.