This is it. This weekend will be my last tri of the season. Thelma is just beside herself; almost inconsolable. I know, I know, but do your best to hold back your tears...
Enough of that. Now to task.
If you will allow me, I'm just going to speak quite frankly.
Last year, I pretty much sucked. Yes. That is the truth and do not argue with me. In most of the triathlons I've done, I've played it safe; slow and steady and had my eyes only on finishing.
Do you know what I say to that right now?
I'm employing a new race strategy.
Instead of safe, we're going balls to the wall. Well, figuratively speaking since I am female.....
Balls to the wall, people.
Grab the water. High elbows. Use the water for all it's worth and make that lake my bitch.
Run, even if snot is coming out of my nose. No happy celebratory I-survived-the-swim pictures. Ain't got time for that.
Watch out....Thelma's hungry.
Get the hell out of Dodge.
I can breathe when I'm done.
I'm not quite sure how it's all going to shake out, but at least I will know I will have left everything I had out there. And that, my friends, is my goal.
To give it everything I've got.
Game face engaged.
Go big or go home.