Our first race of the season is on Saturday, and it just happens to be my first race of any kind since August of 2007. Yep, my bum hamstring kept me from running, let alone racing, anything in all of 2008, so it really has been a long time.
Training is great and all, but there's nothing like the nervous excitment that comes on race morning, and how it all slips away when the cannon (or whistle) goes off. Doesn't even matter how the race goes - flat tire, flat day, mid-pack, first place - there's nothing like crossing the finish line. That hour or so after the finish is probably one of the best feelings you'll ever have - it's almost like time slows down and you're left with that overwhelming sense of relief and pride in having completed another challenge. Can't wait to get back to that place.
Monday I rode the Kesier for 75 minutes and bricked it for 15 more. Tuesday I swam 2500 yards (10 x 200, 5 x 100). Today, I'm going to run easy for 45 minutes, and tomorrow I'll probably do an easy hour on the bike. Friday we drive up to Galena, and the race is on Saturday. Sunday we plan on riding a bit more on the rolling hills before heading back to the City.
Hope your week is going well.
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