Someone recently asked me while I was lifting, if I wasn't competing soon and if it was really a time for lifting.
A few hours later someone asked me if I tried a certain kind of goggles and why I switched wet suits and told me what the temperature of the water is (this little piece of information I really did not welcome; it isn't good).
All of these questions are well-intentioned but also nerve-wracking. I don't want to be second guessing goggles or wetsuits or bike boxes or cases or my lifting schedule which I have thought about once or twice before this point somewhat carefully.
I do know I have a more resiliency than last year. It didn't bother me. I know what I'm doing and it's already determined. I'm not going to make any last minute changes that aren't what I've rehearsed longer than the two weeks left of minimal training. And logistics of bike cases vs cardboard boxes is just money. I can sell it, rent it, or use it again.
The part that really still makes me curious is the part about competition. In this case, or mine at least, competition with the elements, with mother nature, myself. So, OK, competition. And I still recall someone saying that for them they had a terrible ride and it became like a training ride rather than a race. I definitely have a distinction between race day and training ride but I don't know that I'll race 112 miles. I'll move forward and take in the fuel I need to set up well for a long day-into-evening run/walk yes. That's my race.
Time to smile and nod.
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