Girlfriend has a full plate, folks. On the eve of my departure to the great state of Wisconsin, it's getting really real. I don't know if it's good or bad that I'm just looking at this like any other race. It's been a welcome distraction during my own little circus sideshow, but I haven't been dedicated to the effort. On the upside, I'm not going to freak out if I can't find my brand of anti-chafe stuff or I forget socks. Whatever happens, happens. Here are my rough plans, subject to change:
- Wear a tri top throughout and change bottoms at every transition
- Wear my wetsuit for the swim (duh)
- Definitely wear my lucky socks for the bike
- Eat a 1/4 of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich immediately upon getting on the bike
- Eat the 1/4 sandwiches at 20-mile intervals
- Eat some real food snacks every 10 (pretzels, gatorade chews, fig newtons)
- Sip water as needed and definitely every five miles
- Switch between water and powerade as my bottles run out
- Stop eating at the 100-mile mark to let my stomach settle
- Wear a hat, fresh socks and shorts on the run
- Walk every aid station
- Eat Bonk Breaker bars and gels as my stomach can handle it
|I'm not going to lie. This photo gives me all the feels.|
Walk down that chute. Hear "YOU ARE AN IRONMAN." Cry. Collect my medal. Hug my family. Thank my friends for making the trek and waiting around all damn day. Have a beer! Cry some more.
Become an Ironman.