It's official: With less than a month to go to the NYC Triathlon, I’m now in the training home stretch. (Eek!) Time for one final ramp-up of my swimming, biking, and running, and then it’s time to taper and finally put my countless hours of prep time to good use.
People have been asking me how I’m feeling in these final weeks, and I think Ron Burgundy put it best and most eloquently when he said, “I’m in a glass case of emotion!” Let’s just say, I’m feeling a lot of feelings.
First feeling? Fear. I would be a complete liar if I said I wasn’t terrified. I don’t feel ready. But, aside from pro triathletes who get paid to torture themselves—er, I mean, compete—does anyone ever feel ready? As an upside, fear has been quite the motivator. There have been a handful of times (okay, two handfuls) when I was feeling the opposite of motivated. But then I pictured myself among the mass of women thrashing their way through the brown water of the Hudson River—if that’s not enough to terrify you into motivation, I don’t know what is.
Second emotion, on the flip side: pride. I've never felt more accomplished and proud of myself, and I haven't even raced yet! Recently, I took a SoulCycle class, and it felt so different from the previous time months earlier, before I really got into my training. Midride, I started reflecting on what I had done since my last class. Sure, I’ve been working out with a (very big) goal in mind, but what I’m most proud of is the day-to-day stuff: each run I’ve powered through, each bike ride I’ve finished before many people have even woken up, and each lap I’ve added to my swim.
And, last, but certainly not least: I’m excited. There’s no better feeling than the energy, nerves and all, before a race. So many people are coming together to compete, challenge each other, challenge themselves, and, believe it or not, have a good time.
As I count down to go time, I’ll channel my many feelings and use them as fuel to power through these final days. Then it’s just a quick swim in the Hudson, a leisurely bike ride up the West Side Highway, a mere run in Central Park—and a big ol’ burger and beer waiting for me postrace.
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