A week from this moment I will probably be lounging around someplace all full of food and beer.
The tri is in one week.
I'm not really that nervous. Mostly excited. To see how I do. To have a cold beer after. To be done with training. (for a while, anyways)
And also I'm kinda proud of myself. It's not so much doing the race itself but the fact that I decided to do this and stuck with the training for these last 6 or so months.
I'm usually the kind of person who gives up on things when they are boring or difficult or unpleasant. This training stuff has been all three of those things at times, but I totally stuck with it anyways. Yay me!