Holy Moses. It’s here. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
Disclosure: what follows are the ramblings of a slightly nervous woman who has taken a Tylenol PM and had a glass of wine.
For the most part I’m pretty calm, but I keep getting these random waves of sweat inducing panic. The biggest difference I have found between my first and my second Ironman is that I now know what the pain feels like. I liked it last year when I went in with an ‘ignorance is bliss’ mindset. This year, I keep getting these flashbacks to what the Ironman run feels like and thinking to myself, “Really, Lisa? Wasn’t it good enough to do it once?” It’s funny, triathletes have well documented pain amnesia, as I call it. If all I remembered was this prerace feeling, I would never sign up for another race again. Fortunately, though, what we remember are the glorious parts of this sport….and I am hoping for many glorious things tomorrow. It seems to me that this is the opposite of how most things in life are. I think most people remember the worst things most vividly in most other areas, triathlon is different. I’m happy for that. I want to keep remembering the best parts. Maybe I can learn to do that with the rest of life too.
There are things tomorrow that I am very much looking forward to. I cannot imagine what it is going to feel like to have 30+ racers and spectators on the course cheering us on. I am totally excited to feel that kind of energy. I can’t even begin to imagine how that is going to feel. I feel blessed to have these people in my life.
I’m looking forward to parts of the bike I hope to feel strong and ready, like I believe that I am.
I’m SO excited for the first timers that I know doing this. Ally, Xavier, Alice, Alex, Henry and Kory, you are all amazing people and athletes. I hope you enjoy every moment tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you on the race course working your plans to perfection. Soak in every moment. It is an amazing experience and you deserve every moment of it.
I’m excited for the finish line. When I close my eyes and imagine the scene, I get emotional. I envision my mother losing her mind and screaming (and crying) like a crazy person. I imagine Ryan (yes, I believe he will get to the line first 😉 hugging me and telling me he’s proud of me. I believe there will also be tremendous Team FeXY support and a lot of cowbell 😉 I hope to make everyone proud. I hope to make myself proud. I know that I will not back down. I know I will give it my all. I hope everything falls into place.
I also hope my husband has the race of his life. I think Ryan is on the verge of something really special happening. I can’t wait until he believes in himself as much as I believe in him. Do you know what is pretty darn cool? How many people can say they are Ironmen? Of that, how many couples can say they do this together? I’m pretty darn stoked to say I’m part of that small club. It reinforces how lucky I am to have him.
I’m so excited my mom and Ryan’s dad are here. They are both incredibly supportive people. We’re lucky to have them in our lives. We are really lucky to have them both here.
I’m so grateful for the support and camaraderie of our friends and teammates on Team FeXY. I know this is a hobby, but there are so many people on this team that I love deeply. If you’re reading this and wondering if I’m talking about you, I am. I have never felt so supported and cared for by any group like this before. Ever.
I’m a bundle of emotions right now. I’m a little scared. I’m a lot excited. I’m nervous, worried, confident, grateful, awe-struck, but most of all I’m ready to see how this day unfolds.
Good luck to all my fellow racers. I wish you the race of your dreams.