I really appreciate all the concern about my amazing experience on Thursday, where I claimed a truck gave out free ice cream, massages, and manicures. Despite how much this sounds like a kidnapping waiting to happen, it was true.
We got there about ten minutes after it started and they were about to close up shop. We were the last lucky "customers". I got the last ice cream, so I fed some to my friend Andrea while she got a massage, which actually sounds like my version of heaven.
The massage was quick and the manicure was actually just getting our nails painted, but I still think it was a pretty good way to spend 20 minutes of my life.
This morning I was up at 5:40 to do my long run with my group, and then do all the required things to participate in my first triathlon tomorrow! Which were: pick up my packet at a hotel, drive to the park where the triathlon will be to rack my bike, and drop Lily's bike off to her at another hotel (long boring story why I had to do that part). Which left me trying to bring two bikes down three flights of stairs at 6am. I don't recommend it.
I got to the running store at 7am and knocked out 18 miles with my friends Jill and Jackie. Jackie was fighting serious calf pain, but she fought through it like a champ. We kept the pace nice and easy so she wouldn't aggravate it even more, and most of the run I felt like I could have been going a bit faster (except on the hills), which is good the day before a big race.
I had this crazy idea that by bringing a banana I could drive around doing all the bike stuff and not eat until I got home. Good thing our coach got Dunkin Donuts bagels for us, since I didn't get home until after 2pm and I was starving even WITH the bagel. DD was rather pathetic after last week's amazing bagel in Queens, but after 18 miles, it hit the spot.
|Chocolate milk and bagel in the car - breakfast of champs|
After getting my packet at the expo, I headed over the race start to rack my bike. Seeing everything set up for tomorrow's race got me really excited. It's a women's only race, so everything was pink, my favorite color.
|Look at all those bike racks!|
|Even the porto-potties were pink!|
Bike officially racked!
Irongirl is all fancy with my name! The last almost triathlon you just put your bike anywhere you wanted when you got there that morning.
I got a compliment from the volunteer on my mad skills putting my sticker on the bike. Six years of teaching has not been for nothing!
|I'm in love with the pink race shirt.|
After all that, once again, my ice bath attempts were thwarted.
No worries though, I just went to another store, which turned out to be a dollar cheaper. Score.
3 giant pickles, cherry juice to reduce inflammation, and water. Completely normal ice bath requirements, right?
Packing for a tri is so complicated, but everything on the checklist they gave me is checked off. I have to be at Lily's house at 4:30 am tomorrow, so good thing I'm exhausted and ready to pass out at 8pm tonight. Hopefully.