Thursday, August 22, 2013
Ironman Louisville is Coming! Don't worry, I'm not secretly racing!
This week is very exciting here in Louisville. The Ironman is coming! Yay! Its funny, because this is my third time living here for the event, and I have been so excited each year. It has been interesting this year to reflect back on what the race has meant to me over the years.
2011- Awe, inspired, desire- After spectating, I knew I had to do this race. I was crying because I was so pumped up and just wanted to be out there.
2012-determination, fight, will- I was going to do this race no matter what. It was a constant battle to get through the training and get to the start line. It was hard, but I was living a dream, and how often does that happen? I loved every bit of pain.
2013- Excitement, peace, contentment. I will be volunteering and working for Ironman for this race. I don't have the desire to race. However, I also know how I felt in the past when a race comes around and I am not racing, and I feel left out, despite thinking I would be OK in advance. This year is different. I really do think I am going to be OK.
I was thinking about how blessed I was last year, and how I really am thankful that I did the race last year and not this year. I had a few people close to me try to convince me to wait, but I just knew that last year was the year. Do it now, don't wait!
-Support- I had close friends, Cristina and Jennifer racing last year. I had Amy and others to advise me, I had people like Terri, Rhonda, and Erin to train with me here. I had events lined up that prepared me well to keep me on track. I had the swim practices, babysitters, neighbors, friends, and family to help me get it done. Of all these people, Rhonda is the only one racing this year. My network wasn't there. I probably could have created one, as there are a record number of people from my tri club entered this year. But not my bestie or my neighbor. Mindy thought about it, but opted out, as did Cristina.
-No Injuries. I did get pneumonia last year, as well as fall off my mountain bike, but the crash in May was bad. It was really bad. I am amazed that I was not hurt any worse than I was. I cannot even believe I was able to finish Muncie. It maxed me out training for it this year with my job and my injuries. I feel like if I would have signed up a year in advance, it wouldn't have worked out.
-Weather- You can't plan a race around the weather. You just have to deal with it. I dealt with it last year. It got all cool here last week, and a few people I chatted with were starting to wish they were racing. Then, the weather got all normal and back to being hot. I am so glad I didn't let this be a factor in my decision. I knew it would be hot and was well prepared. With the earlier part of the summer being more mild, it might have been harder to prepare this time around. Rides that I did last year in boiling heat were done in sleeves this year.
Saturday I am hoping to go downtown for the underpants run again. I've always had fun. Due to a communication error, I do have to bring the kids on my own. This is not ideal. I thought the whole family was going to go down. I paid the money to the charity, so I am now debating what I want to do. Should I find a sitter, take the kids and run it, or just take the kids and pick up my stuff and observe?
Sunday is race day! I'm volunteering at the swim start, hoping to head out to the bike course before church, teaching church, and then hoping to go down to the finish after. I'm expecting the swim start to have me lose it. I mean, I can't even hear the song, "My Old Kentucky Home" without tears when I think of last year's start. I am just thinking they will be more tears of nostalgia, not those of being left out or regret. Volunteering should be an experience on its own. It will be a busy day. I hope I can fit everything in. I guess the good thing about not having anyone super close to me racing is that if I don't make it to see everyone finish, no one is going to think less of me. Spectating is exhausting, so hopefully I don't wear myself out too much.