That might as well be no days at all.
Am I ready? I suppose. I've never exercised for 15 hours straight. No real way to gauge that now is there?
I've ridden over 100 miles a couple times, I've swam 4200 yards in a lake more times than I care to confess and I've run 15 miles once, the other weekends it was lots of 10-12's. That's gonna have to do.
Am I excited? Yeah, more so than I was a few weeks ago when I hated Ironman.
Am I nervous. No. Which almost makes me nervous. No nerves, butterflies of any kind. I suspect on race day I'll be a little jittery.
Some people hate the taper, for me, I've loved nothing more than only exercising maybe 5-9 hours a week these past two weeks.
I mean, for one, my right knee has gone nuts so I've had to rest it and I have to say, no regrets. I took 3 days off recently due to my knee and for a second I though to myself "self, if you can't take 3 days off without freaking out, then what the heck have the last 6 months been about?" So, I ate popcorn, burgers, ice cream. I've put on 3 lbs. Still no regrets. I'm living the high life. Pass the butter.....
Speaking of knee. It's still not 100% but I've gone from completely scrapping the bike portion to attempting it now. I give myself today a 70/30 shot of being able to finish on it. By race day I hope to be 80/20. Lots of icing, ibuprofen and lidocaine patches. I rode my bike 10 minutes last night and it felt more like an internal bruise than a knife sawing at my tendons. I've even thought about riding in sneaks to give myself some room to move my legs around more. It's not ideal but I have no doubt I could ride 110 miles in sneakers. The bike is my thing. I'm not saying I'm a fast cyclist, I'm not, but I do have a good ability to endure hills and sit on that damn thing all day long which has to count for something right?
I don't have a bib number yet or I would give it to you. You can look me up by name if you want...
If you don't know my name let me know. But I think you all do.
My parting thoughts as I see you on the other side of all this madness....
It's been an incredible journey of super highs and super lows with lots with spots of grey in the middle that left me wondering if what I was doing was ever enough??
Cooking out every evening. One of the perks of the taper.
I've also learned that I miss my kids. I feel more guilt over leaving them behind than I do the glory of biking a 100 miles....multiple times. The pinnacle of triathlon is the Ironman but it always comes at a cost, especially for those of us with kids, spouses and full-time jobs. Try fitting in 15 hours of training over top of a full-time job and three kids. I feel so proud of myself but won't lie and say that I still have mixed feelings. At the end of the day, I think that the Half Ironman is perfect for me. Maybe the marathon too since I haven't really had a chance at racing a good one, injury free.
Anyway, with the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful and the painful, I'll race on Sunday and do everything in my willpower to find the finish line. I'm ready as I'll ever be.