A lot of last minute things today. Finished repairing the major surface repairs in my wetsuit, for example. Also spent some time going over the bike. Conte’s did a great job with the tune-up; I’ve tested the bike on our last two rides and nothing seems amiss. So today I spent time making sure the bolts on things like the bottle cages were tight, cleaning the frame and applying a layer of silicone polish, cleaning the braking surfaces with rubbing alcohol, and cleaning and lightly oiling chain and derailleurs. We’ll be doing a short pre-race ride once in Madison which will serve as the final check.
So far, a relative air of calm seems to be prevailing in the household. Hopefully that will persist when I get to Madison and I won’t be inspired to undertake a rockstar-like trashing of my hotel room.
My Plan B for the Swim
I received a great well-wisher card recently from my mother-in-law.
In case it isn’t clear in the post (you can click to enlarge), the card reads: “Wait for me, Dad! I’m coming, I’ll help!” I think the inspiration for this was my description of Tina’s rather reluctant entry into an aqueous environment just prior to my very first Tri. As Mary has discovered, she can only be induced to enter the water if she is convinced that you are in need of rescuing. Her strategy is then to swim out to you, and beat the daylights out of you until you agree to accompany her back to the shore.
Every so often the craziness of an Ironman just hits me. One of those moments was when I stood there staring at the amount of stuff I was taking for the race.
At the back we have piles for the following: swim, run special needs, run, bike, bike special needs. In the foreground we have the “miscellaneous shit” pile that includes clothes for after the race, substitute clothing to go into bags should the weather forecast indicate the onset of Winter, etc. And there are still a few items missing.