(8:20am) I hope to be about an hour into the bike leg of Cal. 70.3. The time has come. The first real race of the season. Time to see if the marathon training helped or hurt. Time to see if my attempt to eat right has yielded any better performance (I highly doubt it due to my inability to conquer cravings).
This is going to be a big test. This race has a DEEP field of fast dudes. To be honest, I wish I felt better. I don't feel as "fit" as I would like to (will I ever?), and if I were a cartoon, the legs/calves would have some serious question marks hovering around them. My stomach has gone into full on butterfly incubator mode, and I just hope that is a good thing. Someone once said, if you don't have nerves, your heads not in it (or something to that effect). I hope he was a smart man.
So for now, its just more excruciating waiting before I jump into the frigid Pacific tomorrow morning at 6:40 for a warm up and then hear the gun at 6:50ish. I leave in about an 2.5 hours. That seems long.