Well, here we are, down to the last week of my training.
Looking back on it, I think I should have pushed the running portion a lot harder in the beginning. Also, I think I should have jumped harder into the mix rather than eased into training. Those first couple of weeks, I did a little cycling and a little swimming.
I wish I could have found a slightly better bike.
I almost bought another bike. For the last two weeks, I’ve been driving past the Capitol flea market on Greenbrier Street and noticed a blue 10-speed sitting out in front of a junk dealer.
I stopped in Saturday to look at it. The bike was $30, but needed new tires and probably brakes.
I decided to pass.
I’ll manage with the one I have. It’s a tank, but it’s my tank.
During this last week, I’m tinkering with my nutrition to see if by cutting out some of my starches I can maybe drop a pound or two and increase my energy a little. One of the books I’ve been reading, “Primal Endurance,” pushes staying away from refined grains, potatoes, and basic starches.
It may be too late for all of that, but a pound is a pound, right? That would be one less pound to carry.
I’m also going try out some of these energy gels I’ve been hearing about. “Primal Endurance” doesn’t like them, but I need to be able to refuel somehow during my race –and I can’t handle much on my stomach and still run. I don’t think I could keep down a banana or a Cliff bar.
I plan to work out hard the first part of the week and then slow it down by Friday. I won’t do a lot Saturday, just rest, stretch and try to hydrate up.
I’m going to try to get some extra sleep somewhere and try to meditate to relax.
Right now, I figure my biggest problem is anxiety. I’m worried that I won’t complete the race. I’m worried that I’ll embarrass myself and come in dead last.
All of this is silly. None of it matters.
I’m doing this.