At 3:30 this morning my husband woke me up to let me know he'd be running to that fabulous diner across the street to get us coffee. I gave my stock answer, I'll take it light and sweet like me making a feeble attempt at humor. The Birdcage was on TV, so I watched that while I gave myself my talking to. I talk to myself a lot. I told myself I would be fine today. It was going to be hard, but I would make it. I would have to set my mind to it. But that never ending swim...It just stretched on. Last night at dinner people were joking we could just float and still get it done in 45 minutes. I suppose that's true. I took comfort from a fellow Tri Club member saying he gets all loopy after the swim. I do too. I feel light headed and goofy. I can soothe myself with the thought of a 1/2 mile run, barefoot, through a park in NY. How exciting!! I doubt my transition will be less then 2 minutes this time.
So now I need to get ready. My transition bag is packed, and I will grab Delilah and go. I am off. Wish me luck...
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