Overall, my time was better. Improvement. Relief. Speaking of relief. My dream the morning of was on point.
We woke up at 6:06am. There was no way we were getting to Zuma by 6:30 to add my bike and crap to the transition area. And I felt a wave of relief rush over me. I didn’t have to do it. I didn’t have to do it.
YES. So, what do we do now? We somehow found an farmers market with pancakes. We get in line and we see a few of my friends from home. Guess what? I was suppose to do a triathlon today? LOL. Not happening obviously. We made it through the pancake line and ate, before I woke up. It was just a dream. It was more than a dream. It was a fantasy come true. The best kind of peace and relief. My subconscious was telling me, yeah dude– you really don’t want to do this. You’re not questioning yourself. So, go get this bitch over with.
I was so incredibly nervous. And anxious about doing something, I had no desire for. It felt wrong. But I had done this race before. I shouldn’t have been nervous. My conflicting feelings battled it out until my heat started. And of course, the waves built up for my heat too. Like it does every year? But, I liked it. I like it when Mother Nature makes it a challenge. It’s her house, her rules. I’m just visiting.
Swim: better time from last year
Bike: better time from last year– yeah Cannondale
Run: worse. But I knew it would be. Forgive me, Santiago.
Overall: better. You did it. Pat on back. And moving on.