|Making sheer panic look good|
Panicville: population me.
|Travel safe, Suzie|
I'm using training as a bit of a coping mechanism, I know this. Which is probably for the best, since I am way, way behind in Ironman training. Like I can't even look at the training plan without feeling like I'm standing on the beach as high tide rolls in. I also haven't weighed myself in a month because I know there's only so much I can deal with at one point in time.
So instead, I bike while I still can. I got new pedals on both Belle the road bike and Suzie Slice over the weekend and was eager to test them on the open road. I did 92 on Sunday, nearly 30 with Alyssa last night and another solid hour-plus ride on the trainer this morning. Because tomorrow is D-day.
So help me if my bike arrives scratched, dented or otherwise less than pristine. We've got many hours of bonding time left, and I'd like Suzie to remain in prime condition.
I'm retaining my swim gear and enough running stuff to keep that all going. I'm sure I'm forgetting something and this move will throw me for a loop, but my tentative plan is to swim and run as much as possible (doubles daily). We arrive in Seattle July 1, and I've already found a pool that I intend to join immediately.
|More of this, please|
Hit the ground running, if you will, then await my joyous reunion with Suzie and log a real century the weekend she gets to the Pacific Northwest.
In the meantime, send me positive moving vibes. I'll take any advice I can get at this point.