Pre Race thoughts.

As I sit here typing it is approximately 6:40am on the morning of my first ever Sprint Tri. I am nervous but funnily enough not as nervous as yesterday (I am sure this will change). I am trying to stomach two Weetbix, a banana and my usual morning "get up and go" black coffee. I have clipped my toe nails as yesterday marshalling at our club event I realised how gross my toenails were looking.


The weather forecast has now changed from full rain and lightening to showers with a LOW-18, HIGH-27. This is much, much better - I am so happy.

I always think it's amazing how peaceful and calm the world looks this time of the morning. You could hear a pin drop. I am going to try to channel some that calmness and try to go into this race with a clear head, knowing full well that this is what I have been training for. Knowing that today's aim is to do the best that I am able to do and to race my own race.

My coach has given me some wise words on how to tackle each leg knowing full well that I have only run 5km twice and that this may be a bit of hard work - but she has nothing but confidence in me. And I too know that the most difficult part will be when I get off that bike to run - but if I can just keep those legs ticking over and not walk once, then I too will be proud of me.

So wish me luck all.

Laptop

It's not a blogger issue, it's my laptop. Need to check settings. Will try to catch up on everyone's posts on my very very old and slow kids computer.

Ughhhh, computers.

I haven't been neglecting you guys. I have been trying to post comments but all I get is a big white box pop up and no where to post. Annoying. The same happens with posting photos, cant do it through blogger - that same box pops up so I have to post my photos an associated comments through Picasa.

Any ideas? I have sent Blogger Help an email and no response. This is annoying me.

Sunday's Race Gear

Seeing as my first Sprint Tri is this Sunday I thought it wise to lay everything out again and see if anything needed fixing, or if I was missing anything. Nothing missing and everything in tip top shape. Can't believe how well all the colours match. Totally freaky that I had the bike on layby before I even knew the new club colours.

Recovery week - the best.

This week has been just the best and definately what I needed after 3 weeks on my new training program. There is no pressure to have to perform at a certain level, no speed work associated with the swim or bike, no hard efforts. Just you and the pool, bike and runners. No pressure. Just about doing the workout at an easier tempo and letting the body recover from what it has just experienced.

I especially noticed it in the pool yesterday. Normally my 3.5km sessions although feeling easier were still challenging because of the extra effort I put in to perform it at a certain level of intensity. But yesterday I dropped it a notch - actually dropped it a few notches and wore my fins for alot of the session.

• 400m Easy Fr/s
• 6 x 50m kick with fins
• 4 x 500m done as Fr/s without fins, Fr/s with fins, Fr/s with paddles and fins, Fr/s with pullbouy
• 8 x 50m Fr/s with fins
• 400m cooldown kick

It was so nice to swim without feeling like my shoulders and arms were doing it all. Just nice and cruisey. There was actually a moment there where the sun started to peek through the clouds and it set such a pretty pattern on the pool floor. I really didn't want to get out - brought back memories of when I was younger and training in the outdoor pool at Guildford. It's amazing what little things trigger the old memory bank.

So today is meant to be a spin class but may be going to have another road ride with a friend. A week ago she had her bike stolen from her garage and it got replaced yesterday. She has never had cleats before so today she may go and practice getting in and out of them before Sunday as she too is doing the Tri. Karma will get it's own back on those that stole her bike I am more than sure of it.

My new and improved Tri Bars.

My hubby helped with wrapping it. Stephen is a retired tennis coach and has had many years of practice at getting the tension of this wrap down pat. With his expertise and my creativity I think we got it looking pretty hot.

A girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do.

I couldn't help it. Blame boredom, inner creative flair wanting to escape, wanting to enhance natural beauty - whatever - the black Tri bars just weren't doing it for me. Yes they looked sleek, racie and ready to go. Sure they would have felt like a part of the group, but I have never been one to really conform and I like standing out from the crowd. So I gave it a little something - al la Barbie.

Now I feel like this bike is starting to reflect who I am as well as stand out from the other bikes on the rack. I would love to see if I could get into the minds of the producers of these tapes and see if they could come up with magnificent designs to reflect each individual owner and their bike. How cool would that be. Maybe today is the day I send some emails out to see if they a) have these available already and I just haven't seen them or b) they think it's a cool idea and I could be a part of the process.

I guess your probably wondering why I am bored - what with the training I am doing. Well this week is a recovery week for one, and secondly last night was supposed to be my track session - but the rain and wind god's decided to attack so track was was cancelled. I was really looking forward to it - I know crazy huh. But maybe it was meant to be. It took me a good 5 days to recover from last weeks track. My calf muscles were so tight I could hardly walk and they were in dire need of my recovery socks daily and a good old hit of ibuprofen as well.

So today I hit the pool and what a crappy day awaits me. Thick dark cloud cover and bucket loads of rain. That's the one good thing about swimming - I will be wet anyway. It's just getting from shelter into the pool that I hate and getting back out again.

Will have to post the photo of my Tri bars seperately has it won't let me post a photo in this post.