Imagination

I am my mother. Worrying does not help. People help.

I had myself all worked up about the cold water and the heavy organizational skills I needed to get bike and gear bags and wet suit and warm after-swim clothes to the transition site.
Here's how it really went. I abandon the plan I'd created and decided to head over to the swim then come back.
No problem- shuttle was here to take me over, great people around changing into suits, which only a triathlete can appreciate - I ran into Tess and her sister in the bag holding area for swim - and not once but twice more snagged the shuttle to bring me back to hotel so I got my bike and gear bags checked in and was back at hotel by 11:18- not bad.

The water was nothing compared to my dread and anticipation of it. I imagined so much worse. It may be a little cooler in the morning but right now I'm thankful for any sunshine shining down on that lake!

Showered finally - ate oatmeal and a little protein powder before the swim.

Ate a little more oatmeal and banana before heading back with bike and then a bowl of fresh cut fruit and some protein mix since coming back. Having a hard time being "hungry" now - part nerves and part just inactivity but know I need to keep topping energy off. I'll have something more in a couple hours and then maybe a light snack when Dusty gets here.
He's boarding plane in DM. Tells me he has an important message: he's hungry. I believe I suggested he take a sandwich with him to eat on the plane and guessing that was forgotten. Could be two of us with an upset stomach when he gets here.