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.
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Everyone has their idea of what will get them to the line. Stick with yours, it doesn’t have to be all fancy and stuff. Go out there and have fun. Take it all in. You worked hard and sucked it up on a lot of days to get through the training. This is your reward.