It happened
I officially got nervous about my first tri, which is taking place in eight days (WTF?!).
I was nervous when I first signed up. But then I had a strong swim the next day and started reading up on transition tips and stuff and felt all excited about it. I didn’t even realize I was worried. Until about 3 a.m. last night—at which point I woke up and had a mini panic attack in my bed.
There are just so many unknowns about the swim in particular: What’s it going to be like to swim that far in a lake? What’s it going to be like to swim that far in a lake with people kicking me? What’s it going to be like to swim that far in a lake with people kicking me while I’m wearing a wetsuit and maybe won’t really be able to move my arms? (Will I be able to? I mean, I don’t know, I’ve never swum very far in a wetsuit at all!)
A few weekends ago, I was all psyched up about the triathlon. I went to watch some of the Ironman NYC, I had a great swim-bike-run that made me feel prepared… And then I don’t know what happened. I spent the past two weeks feeling kind of lazy and having a hard time pulling myself out of bed in the morning and not working out as hard. And then two days ago, I tried to go for a run after work and had to stop less than a mile in because my Achilles was throbbing. My Achilles has been sore before, but never to that extent. And it freaked me out.
Then got doubly freaked out about the swim. I think I won’t run until at least Tuesday. I’ll just swim and bike instead. I swam 2,000 yards today and felt great. Hopefully the no-running and a few more good, long swims will make me more confident. But I sort of know that come race morning, I’m just going to have to take a deep breath and tell myself to not freak out—and just try to have FUN.
