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?
Screw that.
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.
Swim:
Grab the water. High elbows. Use the water for all it's worth and make that lake my bitch.
T1:
Run, even if snot is coming out of my nose. No happy celebratory I-survived-the-swim pictures. Ain't got time for that.
Bike:
Watch out....Thelma's hungry.
T2:
Get the hell out of Dodge.
Run:
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.
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