I'm not ready. I'm NOT ready. I'm NOT READY. I'M NOT READY. I'M NOT READY!
That's what I've been thinking ever since I woke up this morning. I'm not ready.
I sat on the couch and checked my email and that little voice whispered, "You're not ready."
I lugged all of my gear to the car and headed for the pool and thought: I'm not ready.
Realizing that my congestion hadn't subsided as much as I had hoped, I could barely swim two laps without gasping for air. How can I be ready?
When my friend Norma-May slipped into the lane next to me, I really wanted to impress her with my swimming skills. I hardly think that my near-puking experience at the far end of the pool knocked her socks off. Ready? Me? Yeah, right!
Mercifully, Sherry told us to get dressed and meet her in the lobby so that we could talk about this final stretch. We talked about nutrition and hydration and what to expect on race day. After the others headed off to work, Sherry asked if I could stay a bit longer. I thought, "See, even Sherry knows I'm not ready but she's kind enough not to embarrass me in front of everyone else. After everyone was gone, I figured I'd go first to make the conversation less painful.
Let me just say (again) that Sherry is a saint and I'm a better person for knowing her. In a nutshell she told me that she has no doubt that I can finish the Memphis in May triathlon. The rest is between us girls. ;-)
Be well!
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So here I am listening to the new Portishead disc and I see this RIDICULOUSLY-TITLED newest blog of Stephanie's. I actually had to pause the disc. The disc I've been waiting 10-some-odd years for!
Where in the world did this come from? Someone get some cheese. please! ;>)
I'm going back to listening to Portishead, thank you!
6AM! Tomorrow!
G
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