I am seven days away from standing in Lake Minneola, water mid-calf, listening to the countdown to begin my second 140.6 mile triathlon. In seven days I will swim 2.4 miles, ride 112 miles and run a marathon. And I’m nothing but excited.
My first 140.6 I was all nerves. Can I finish the distance? Will I be safe in the swim? What if I can’t keep up or get lost? Despite my anxiety two years ago, I was also severely unprepared. I hadn’t completed a single brick workout, I hadn’t looked over the course or trained on the Clermont hills. Still, I finished and loved it. Well, that was after saying out loud “I think I’m just going to go home. I don’t want to do this anymore,” five minutes before the swim start.
I’ve had so much anxiety in my training this time around. I’ve dealt with lots of negative self talk and my swims seemed to never be where I wanted them thanks to my Vancouver trip, starting school, getting sick and a pool gym that seemed to be broken more often than not.
But now that the bulk of my training has ended and I sit here thinking about the challenge ahead, I am thrilled, grateful and beyond excited to do this… to not be scared on my swim, to leave fear in the dust on the bike and to push with everything in me on the run. And then to cross the finish line and hug my husband and friends. Then it will all be over and I will forever feel a little more strong and a little more proud because of it.