Ironman Canada
I'm not really sure if I can even describe what an amazing day I had in Canada last Sunday. I remember everything about it (not usual). I never had a crazy low. I never felt like I couldn't do it, or more importantly that didn't want to be there. I've never smiled so much in my entire life. I've never had so much fun. The days leading up to the race I felt good. Maybe too good. I was calm, rested, happy. For the first time in 5 Ironman I knew I had done everything I possibly could to make my training count. No skipped workouts because I was too tired, or because I just didn't want to do them. I did the work, I made the work count. I knew that the only factor that could mess up my day was going to be ME. I knew that all my issues in the past 2 IM have been nutrition related and bonking, and I was not going to let that happen. I stayed pretty quiet leading up to the race. Every night when I went to bed I visualized the race start, my transitions.