First, thank you all for coming to my pity party the other day. I know they’re not much fun to attend, but everyone throws them once in awhile, right?? I really appreciate all of your kind thoughts!
I’m all done feeling sorry for myself now and I’ve made a final decision about Sunday’s race: I’m still doing it, but I’m switching to the duathlon. I
stewed worried obsessed thought a lot about what to do, and there were a couple of things that I kept going over and over in my mind:
- Even though I’m not fully trained for the distance, I have been training with this distance in mind.
- That hill was really, really, really hard, but it’s arguably the hardest part of the whole bike leg. If I can make it past Mile 3, the rest will probably seem easy!
- Since I’m nowhere near trained for the run distance, I already have a plan in place for “rulking.” Why wouldn’t I just make the same sort of plan for the bike leg and walk up the toughest hills?
- There’s no shame in walking my bike, but I would feel ashamed of quitting the race.
- I already paid *mumble mumble* hundred dollars for this race.
- Not only do I have to earn the Ho-Hos, but they expire on May 27th.
And, really, the Ho-Hos clinched the deal.
Allow me to explain: after a really big race, I get to eat something I would never in a million years eat otherwise. My marathon treat was a Costco poppy seed muffin – you know, those ones that are as big as your head and probably have something like 85 grams of fat. When IronHubs finished Silverman, he double-fisted Lucky Charms and Twinkies. For this race, I decided a few weeks ago that I wanted Ho-Hos and IronHubs went out and bought them. And hung them up in our kitchen as a nice little daily reminder of why exactly I get my butt out there and train.
The thing is, none of the redemption races I looked at were big enough to earn the Ho-Hos. It was WTH or nothing and no fricken way was I letting those Ho-Hos go bad!
So, I’m putting on my big girl pants and I’m gonna go kick ass at a long course duathlon. I feel strangely optimistic about this weekend, giddy even. I have a plan of attack and Ho-Hos waiting for me at the finish line – life is good!