As I approach my last race of the season on Sunday, I’ve realized something important. I have an absolute inability to get excited about anything less than a full ironman any more. Or I suppose ever, actually. I’m “excited” about the race, but my training is uninspired and I’m not afraid of the race. Horror is a great training motivator.
I did that Olympic distance event three weeks ago, and as per usual, I was indeed in the back of the pack. I will no doubt be in the back of the pack on Sunday. But if I’m going to be just as far back in the back of the pack in a full ironman race as in one of these wimpy olympic distance races, I might as well do the ironman and have something to brag about. It’s much less embarrassing somehow to be a backpacker in an ironman than it is in a sprint or olympic race.I am already starting to think about next season and it’s just a matter of whether I will get registered for Wisconsin or settle for the Grand Coulee race again. I half-heartedly attempted to get into the Canada ironman, but work once again interefered with my triathlon career and didn’t even come close.
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