Raging Jitters

Race day jitters. I always get them. It doesn't matter if it's a big race, or something as insignificant as a little, local 5k; I always get a case of the nerves. So, here I am, in the wee hours of an otherwise normal Saturday morning, stressing about the triathlon in my very near future. Two hours from now, I'll be wetsuit-ed up and plunging into the frigid waters of Lake Mead. It's Rage in the Sage time, the first tri of my season, and it's way too late to back out now. I have no idea how I'll fare, whether I'll be fast or slow; It's all a mystery for now. So, all I can do is put my game face on, psych myself up, and push myself as hard as a can. I'm ready for rubber arms and lactic acid-filled legs. Lake Mead, here I come!