The night before

Twas the night before Ironman Coeur D’Alene and all through the town not an athlete was out and about, not even a seasoned pro. All the noise and hustle and bustle was coming from the event staff the grand circus ready for the big show.

All the training is done, the bikes are on racks and the water is awaiting 2,300 people to enter all at once. Yes a mass swim start of 2,300 of your closest soon to be friends. What a rush!

Well not much done today, a few tune-ups on the bike (no adjustments), staying off my feet as much as possible and lots of fluid intake. A trip to the movie theater with Trish to see Evan Almighty, which was pretty funny. Then a pre race meal at Outback. Sure why not? There was not wait and chicken was on the menu to it was perfect. No reason for Pasta as I’ve consumed it all week long and if I don’t eat pasta for the next month I’ll be a happy camper. Maybe it’s true when they say you are what you eat. I’ve eaten so much pasta that I’ve become so lean, and skinny like a dried piece of pasta.

Ok, time for bed or an attempt to sleep with my mind trying to count and chase those damn sheep I’ve been seeing all week since being here in Coeur D’Alene.

A big shout out and THANK YOU to my friends and all those that have given advice, tips, and trip along this journey I’ve chosen to take. It all means to much to me and I’d call you out by name but I’d fee like I’m at the Oscars trying to not forget anyone while the music is playing.

Tomorrow is the day. I’ll be sure to let everyone know how it goes if I’m able to write when it’s over.