3 – the number of triathlon coaches I’ve worked with, each complete opposites
2 - the number of times I’ve been to Kona, my favorite place in the world
7 – the number of Ironmans I will have stood on the start line of come Sunday morning
327 - if you are into literature
327 – or more into facts
327 – or possibly food
Our airplane departs bright and early Thursday morning. I’m checking a bike box and a huge bag and carrying on a backpack. Troy and Annie are each carrying on a tiny backpack.
We are staying at the cheapest motel in CDA. But we stayed there 2 years ago and cheep is how we roll. Home is where your husband and your daughter are…and where your bike box is. So what if the room needs a little airing out?
I am 100% healthy. Not a niggle, not one issue, nothing standing between me and my best effort other than the space between my ears. This is the 7th ironman start line I have stood on completely healthy.
I am really on the starting line because so many of my friends signed up for the race and I didn’t want to miss the party or their finishes. I will be there!
I will go to the midnight finish…because I will still be there.
I will cry at the midnight finish…always do.
I will wear my finishers medal and cap to the midnight finish.
There is a little hill in the middle of the CDA run course that I will visit and spend some quiet time there… doing who knows… not during the race though.
I have two athletes racing, it’s both of their 1st Ironmans. They are both scared and excited and I know how they feel.
I love Troy and Annie more than I ever thought was possible.
I will give all I have to this race. Every last ounce.
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