Two More Days

It's 10 p.m. and I should be sleeping...the triathlon is in a little over 48 hours.

Did a short and mildly intense workout, following Joe Friel's advice...went out on my bike for 20 minutes (with 90-second race-pace intervals), then jogged for 10 (with similar bursts).  "Tapering," it's called.  A bug hit my face during the bike ride, just above my mouth; it really smacked into my face.  Biking is weird in that sense.  You never know what is going to happen and it usually happens at pretty high speeds.  It's not really a sport for sane people.

I am still not quite myself (see post from a couple days ago), but I also feel stupid talking about it.  I'm not looking forward to the triathlon, mostly because of the logistical complications, but also because of the one hour and twenty minutes of physical pain...But I'm trying not to think about that.

I'm trying to tell myself:  no matter what happens, feel good that you're at this point in your physical fitness.  That's what counts.

Toxic algae blooms in the Bay...shark sitings...

I'm trying not to think, period.