Ugh. I definitely drank a bit too much wine last night. That was puh-robably not the best pre-race prep, but what's a girl to do when offered a glass of luscious Stag's Leap cab at dinner? I didn't want to be rude, after all. The same goes for the second and third glasses, as well. (I know, I know. I'm such a lush!) It was a good night with good friends we don't see often enough, though, so I don't regret one single drop of wine consumed. Oh well. Maybe I should be taking this race more seriously...
So now we're back on the road, heading from the 'burbs of Chicago to the shores of Benton Harbor. I'm downing Gatorade like a fish out of water, in my best attempt to rehydrate and atone for last night's sins. The Steelhead 70.3 will come early enough tomorrow morning, and I need to be ready to punish my body for a few hours or so.
It doesn't matter how often I do these triathlons, I never feel ready. No matter how much time and effort I've put into my training; it just never seems enough. I always feel like I should have done just one more swim, or one more brick. But there's no more time for training, so I guess I should stop my worrying. Now I need to rely upon the hope that I DID train enough, and that my body IS ready for this. At least this race is at sea-level...
In an hour or so, I'll be checking in, getting my body marked, and getting my gear all set up. Maybe then my confidence will kick in. A girl can dream!
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