Monday morning I woke and something had changed.
I had a lightness and excited confidence in my being.
The path ahead was crystal clear
I woke, and it was race week.
We’ve reached it. The final countdown.
A goal set over one year ago
Is within sight.
The core of me
The part that rules me during the race
is joyfully calm.
My body – it feels incredible
The downtime allotted
has worked out the kinks
I came here with.
The outskirts of me
The parts that coordinate
workouts, meetings, drop-offs, pick-ups, and general logistics
was starting to get very nervous.
But I made a rough spreadsheet
Sometimes I start thinking about how many other people I will be racing – and the caliber of the athletes – and I get nervous.
But that’s not helpful.
So I work to let go what I can not control
and instead replace it with visualizations of my race.
That’s just before one of the turns heading out – right in front of Big Ben. And there I am – aero position…
It’s going to be a great race.
It’s bigger than I could have ever imagined.
Each country has it’s own time slot for packet pickup!
Actually the ITU just posted on Facebook a cool color coded world map of the distribution of teams and relative number of athletes.
Aaaaaannnnddd not so incredible (note: the food I am eating is what the English call a jacket potato – YUM).
Yesterday was a cold 14 C with pouring rain.
Either way – whatever the weather dishes – I’m pumped.
And so deeply grateful to be here.
To my family, friends, and incredible co-workers at the club:
Rest easy – 4 more nights.