Today I've got to prepare for tomorrow, watch my son play a little league game (while trying to keep cool) and then drop my bike off at the tranisition area. Then, that's it. I sit around the house and try not to climb the walls.
I'm not anxious because I'm worried about time or a certain aspect of the race (ok maybe a little of cycling). I'm more anxious because I don't know how much effort and pain this is going to take and I don't know how I'm going to handle it.
Walking around this weekend amongst the new triathletes and the expereinced ones – you'll see many shapes and sizes. Most are in pretty good shape, some look like they have no body fat whatsoever and some – well you worry about their safety trying to take this on. I certainly have body fat to lose but I haven't felt out of place – probably self concious because I've never done something like this.
I've been honored by the amount of folks that have wished me well. It means a lot to hear that people may want to go for a goal or try to get a little more healthy by reading what I've gone through. It's why I started writing this journal and for the KHF magazine. Thanks to everyone.
I had some bumps in the road but by and large, I've accomplished everything I've wanted to do except the event itself. I guess we'll get to that tomorrow.
You can't get to this point without some tolerance of friends and family and their help as well. I'm grateful to have people that put up with my eccentricities such as these.
I've put a picture of my new jersey with my number up – if you see me – give me a hollar. Most of all, just come out and give all the contestents some encourgement. Believe me, they deserve it.
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