Down To The Wire

    It is truly down to the wire. Tomorrow is The Big One. Tomorrow. Less than 24 hours. In between random attacks of spastic excitement, I have remained remarkably calm and focused. I have not had the negative self-talk that I thought was inevitable, and I am a bit surprised by this. Maybe I shouldn't be. I have trained to the best of my ability, given my ridiculously full schedule. I have honed my nutrition to a science. I have worked diligently on my mental game and mindset. I am mindful of my body in ways I could never have imagined. I have become a true student of my passion. Yes, I am excited for tomorrow, and wake each morning with the thrilling realization that I am one day closer to my self imposed challenge. I am not deluding myself that tomorrow will be easy, I know it will be exhausting and painful. But I also know that I can do it. I look at each leg of the race as an individual event, in and of itself. I am excited for the swim, knowing how I feel in the water, the freedom and relaxation of being surrounded by the calming waters. Rising, dripping, from the lake I will head to T2, where Joshua waits patiently. I have ridden the 58 mile course, and know it is a beautiful ride that I can do well. The cycling leg behind me, I can reset to the last event, a half-marathon. I can run this, slow and steady, at my penguin pace, I know I can run this. So each leg I am viewing as a separate entity. Breaking down a brutally long event into three manageable bites, resetting my mind and body at the end of each leg. Yes, it will be tough. Yes, it will be painful. Yes, I am so freaking excited to be so close to what I have trained so hard for. A year of planning and training, coming to fruition tomorrow.