After much deliberation, hemming and hawing and after overcoming some bizarre dread fear of shipping my bike – I am on my way to SOMA today! My bike is currently in Tempe and will soon arrive at Big J’s office (Momo’s husband). I will arrive tonight in time for a repeat of last weekend’s wine, Brie and hot tub experience. Not as crazy wild, though. I could live without the hangover.

Tomorrow I will meet up with a passel of blogger buds, some I have met before, some I will meet for the first time. I am so very excited to have a big community of triathletes to hang out with and to race “with”. I use the quotes because I’m reasonably certain I will not actually “be” ‘with’ any of them on the course but I will be with them at the end. I am doing the Quarterman and most of them are doing the Half so I have faith that I will be at the finish line cheering them in. If not then it means I broke my leg or something.

I am so SO excited that this is last triathlon of the season for me. I won’t do another until….. probably May. In the meantime I’m going to go pedal to the metal at this race in search of a final, season ending PR. This will be tough as my last Oly was basically short on distance and this one is a bit long. It’s all about the bike, though and I intend to ride hard and just let it hurt, something I’ve never done before. Seriously. I usually back off for fear of not being able to run. This time – NO FEAR! I’m just going for it. If the run hurts it hurts. If I tank, I tank. NO FEAR! I need to break 3:10 – can I do it?

My transition bag is packed and checked and ready. My boarding pass is printed (flying SWA means printing it out EARLY people – I’m group C – 101 which means I’ll have to choose who to piss off as I ask to take the center seat).

Think speedy thoughts for me!