For the sake of not wanting exactly 69 posts on my feed, I'm blogging twice in one day - which actually isn't unheard of. Even blogging 3 times in one day isn't unheard of. Now four? That's getting a little desperate. I can't say I won't ever do it, because I feel we all have those days, but I'm going to avoid it at all costs. Especially when I have a laundry list of things to do today...which actually for once doesn't include laundry.
Currently all my Tri stuff is scattered around my room, I pulled out everything that was on the list Colin sent us. One problem: to actually bring everything, I would need an Airbus 300. Or a small caravan. Maybe I could get away with a donkey and a saddle bag. But, regardless, not a carryon and a purse.
My wet suit alone takes up half my carry-on. My mom told me always to wear the biggest thing you have. So through my powers of deduction I decided the most reasonable thing to do is wear the wet suit on the plane. My helmet takes up a lot of room, too so I might as well strap that on. My cycling shoes are my biggest and heaviest shoes so I'll definitely wear those. At At the very least my outfit will match.
And this is actually a really good idea because then I can just stay in that until Saturday and then I won't even have to change, I'll be all set! I'll have the fastest transitions in the race.
I just got an e-mail that said my flight is ready for check in and I almost threw up in my mouth. Is that normal? I guess some nerves are better than no nerves. If I had no nerves I would be nervous, which would give me nerves. I wonder if these nerves are actually nerves or a result of me having no nerves, which would give me nerves. Maybe I'm just assuming I'm nervous for the race but really I'm not nervous at all. I guess I'll never know. Regardless, my heart rate has been at least 85 all day, which is only about 30 BPM above what it usually is. This can't be good for my training! Crap!
These are the days I wish I were flexible, coordinated, or focused enough to participate in yoga. I suppose Reese's PB cups, Sex and the City, and my bed will have to suffice. Oh darn.
love love love,
me
PS. I'm finding that Tracy Chapman literally is my music montra. Last week it was Fast Car, this week it's Thinking Of You.
I used to think, and Galileo would agree
That the world was round and you'd come round to me
But I have looked for you and you're nowhere in sight
The world must be flat
The Babylonians were right
Oh my God, she is pure lyrical genius.
Currently all my Tri stuff is scattered around my room, I pulled out everything that was on the list Colin sent us. One problem: to actually bring everything, I would need an Airbus 300. Or a small caravan. Maybe I could get away with a donkey and a saddle bag. But, regardless, not a carryon and a purse.
My wet suit alone takes up half my carry-on. My mom told me always to wear the biggest thing you have. So through my powers of deduction I decided the most reasonable thing to do is wear the wet suit on the plane. My helmet takes up a lot of room, too so I might as well strap that on. My cycling shoes are my biggest and heaviest shoes so I'll definitely wear those. At At the very least my outfit will match.
And this is actually a really good idea because then I can just stay in that until Saturday and then I won't even have to change, I'll be all set! I'll have the fastest transitions in the race.
I just got an e-mail that said my flight is ready for check in and I almost threw up in my mouth. Is that normal? I guess some nerves are better than no nerves. If I had no nerves I would be nervous, which would give me nerves. I wonder if these nerves are actually nerves or a result of me having no nerves, which would give me nerves. Maybe I'm just assuming I'm nervous for the race but really I'm not nervous at all. I guess I'll never know. Regardless, my heart rate has been at least 85 all day, which is only about 30 BPM above what it usually is. This can't be good for my training! Crap!
These are the days I wish I were flexible, coordinated, or focused enough to participate in yoga. I suppose Reese's PB cups, Sex and the City, and my bed will have to suffice. Oh darn.
love love love,
me
PS. I'm finding that Tracy Chapman literally is my music montra. Last week it was Fast Car, this week it's Thinking Of You.
I used to think, and Galileo would agree
That the world was round and you'd come round to me
But I have looked for you and you're nowhere in sight
The world must be flat
The Babylonians were right
Oh my God, she is pure lyrical genius.
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