I just did a short 3-mile run in the neighborhood to flush out the legs and relieve some pre-race jitters. Every workout I’ve done this week has been a dream–great swim, good ride and run, feeling like a million bucks.
I’m at that spot where I have a calm, almost Zen acceptance (“I am prepared to the best of my ability and I will do the best I can with what the day brings”) combined with that sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach that comes before jumping into an unknown. Being the twisted puppy that I am, I like this feeling.
After a good lunch, I’ll head out to the Longhorn Half Ironman expo, listen to the pre-race talk, rack my bike, and try to avoid any form of pre-race hysteria.
Deep breaths…calmness…positive energy only….