That’s my dirty leg after stopping and talking to someone on my bike. I guess I should try to steer clear of the chain…. who knew?
On Monday I had a date for a bike ride with a triathlon coach. She turned out to be the “Training Dementor”. She took all the joy and fun and confidence and left fear and dread in their place. Oh dear God, how I wish I hadn’t done that. I was feeling positive and confident, and then in less than 2 hours with her, I was wondering how much I could get for my bike if I sold it now…. if I could just go to the expo and pick up the shirt for the race and not do it… Wondering what ever got into me as a 65 year old woman (with osteoporosis no less) to have the gall to even attempt a triathlon.
I’m not confident about my swim time. I have spent too much time in open water – where I don’t know exactly what the distance is – and not enough time in the pool swimming exact lengths. This is the opposite of what I usually do.
I thought I was fine on the bike, but now I am all nervous about drafting and not passing quick enough. Two problems I have never had on any of my previous 10 triathlons. I am nervous about how I will drink water while riding. Another thing I have never had a problem with, by the way.
The run will be slow, but I know I can do it.
There is a pretty good likelihood that I will come in dead last. Not only on paper, but in the chute. The waves are set up so that the oldest people go last. There are only 4 people in the 65-69 age group, and one person in the 70+ age group. Usually the old folks are not doing tris unless they are very good. It’s the ladies in their 30s and 40s who decide to do these races for “fun” and don’t train… and do miserably, if they even finish.
Oh! And the craziest thing ever!!!!! We have record breaking heat all week. But on Saturday, race day, the high is supposed to be 61º and it is supposed to be rainy and thunderstormy. Hopping into a lake, without a wet suit, on a 50 degree morning is kind of hard, but the harder part is getting out of the water and hopping on a bike when you are soaked to the skin and cold. Fun on a hot day, miserable on a cold day. AND! I bought the cutest sleeveless jersey for the race, which I may not even wear.
AND I don’t know what I am doing for race nutrition. AND I don’t have a hat for the run.
OK, I will get over these things. I will work on being grateful to even be able to participate, regardless of where I finish. I will be grateful for a body that can fit into cute clothes, even if I can’t wear them on race day. I will do what I usually do and pray to be of service on the course, if only with a smile and a word of encouragement. I will thank all the volunteers. I will be grateful for the day. No matter what it brings.
This is the only way I can approach this right now.