You know that feeling right before you go over the crest of a big hill on your bike? That’s what this feels like.
It’s been a slow climb, but once I get through this weekend, I will be flying toward a head on collision with Ironman Louisville.
These last couple weeks are when your emotional shit really hits the fan, but I’m working hard on not letting that happen. I’ve been consistent, though short, with my workouts, and have one remaining goal: to feel good on race day.
Not having a job has helped (I’m still formulating how to write about leaving corporate America) because it has loosened my body and mind. I always talk about being limber for my race and I think that could be the biggest benefit from not having stressful work environment.
So, how am I planning to tackle Louisville?
Swim my pace, bike under control, and manage pain on the run.
It sounds simple, but it will not be easy.
The energy of the race lures you like an ice cream truck. That creepy music plays over and over in your head, tempting your patience as you scramble through the neighborhood chasing cravings.
It’s the finish line you can’t see, but know is there. We have to remember the ice cream will eventually find us. It wants to finds us . . . and needs us more than we need them.
The Ironman finish line is no different. Eventually it drops in our lap . . . the key is to stay patient and have faith that they won’t run out of ice cream before you get there.