I thought, "Are you crazy lady? I'm about to start a half marathon." I just started laughing. I think she may have been annoyed but it totally relieved the death grip that doubt had put on my psyche. During the run the game plan really started to pay off. I felt like I had enough in the tank to complete the run. I even had negative splits on the three loops of the course. After the race I saw Corrie, and all my friends. It was an overwhelmingly emotional experience. After the race I was starving but nothing seemed edible. I ended up eating a powerbar, because I hadn't had enough of those apparently.
I only took a few days off after the race and then got back to the pool. I feel good moving forward and am looking forward to increasing the training heading into St George. I've been working with my friend Robby on my swimming. He's been great and has helped me tweak a few things in my stroke that are having huge benefits.
I was talking to Mark during the Jack and Adams group ride this last weekend. He said something that I will be focusing on moving forward. He said when you're training and racing long triathlons you have to be your own best friend. I've found that couldn't be more true. when you're out there you have to be your own cheerleader, entertainment, and psychologist. It's funny that something that seems so masochistic has already taught me to love myself more. It may seem antithetical but it's one of those beautiful contradictions you find in life when you step outside your comfort zone.