Kona prep is officially done. Almost as successfully as my last two preps for IM Texas and Louisville. One minor deviation is that Typhoid KT mutated some crud into a slight cold for me. Fortunately, I am doing well and have not needed to deviate from any of my plans.
Tonight I start packing for our trip. We leave Thursday and I can’t wait for some warm and humid weather. I opted to travel with my bike, rather than ship it, to have more opportunities to train with it in Kona. Fortunately, it is simple to take apart and put back together.
This trip has a few more traveling partners than my previous races. What About Bob will be joining me as Head Race Bitch (he has amazingly attended all five of my previous IM’s and takes care of everything including walking my bike to transition!). The Pastry Chef with be joining us as my medical director (he actually is my MD. He left a formal practice to open a bakery!). KT is in charge of the competition chart (everyone in my age group ranked by qualifying performance). Our group also includes my best friends Ann, Michael, Jane and her teenage son Ben.
Goals for this race? Absolutely. If the conditions are perfect I want to break the 11 hour mark. If conditions are poor (windy etc.) I will just focus on execution and staying small. There are 75 women in my age group and I believe I can finish in the top ten by executing as I have done in training.
At Texas, the woman that beat me in my age group (yes, she ran in sandals) mentioned she was surprised how I really put my goals out there in my blog before the race. I am doing it again. Why? Because people need to see us succeed or fail from the big goals. I sometimes wonder if people are taking less public risks now because of the influence/transparency of social media?
“Success is going from failure to failure without losing your enthusiasm.” Abraham Lincoln.
What about the hoopla? I plan on enjoying every part of it. For the first time I am going to everything including the damn rules meeting. I am going to immerse myself in the total experience because it is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity.
I lied. Not quite everything. I probably won’t compete in the underwear run (I don’t want to scare the small children) but I will spectate it!
Despite my goals for the race, I feel little stress about it. At Texas, I felt the weight of pressure and expectation to try and get a slot to Kona. Kona feels more like a celebration than a final exam.
I plan on blogging everyday from the island. I am hoping the Pastry Chef will take over my twitter feed on race day. Please ignore his tasteful ads for his bakery. I am sure his snarky comments will more than make up for his blatant commercialism.
The adventure continues…