The week leading up to the race, I was on an incredible roller coaster of emotions. My dear friend Karen sent me emails everyday helping me find focus and counting down my "days to awesome". She reminded me to be strong, to trust, be grateful, be brave, and remember I am loved. I looked forward to them each day.
Monday night Coach and I had a heart to heart. It was much needed and much over due. 2 hours later, many tears shed by me, and I'm too tired to pack and I'm devastated because my pink tiara visor is cracked and my attempts to hot glue it didn't work.
The ladies in Ironwilled: Women who TRI were awesome with suggestions on how to fix it. And Claudia recognized that I might want/need some help beyond the tiara.
Have I mentioned it takes a village to get me ready for Ironman?
Stacy sent me a packing list. I sent Claudia a shopping list. Then Tuesday night Claudia came over and helped me get it all together and brought me a sewing kit which proved to be the solution to the cracked crown.
Wednesday morning I woke up nice and early to meet up with Angela (#BeBraveBeBadass) as she said she had something for me and I owed her cookies.
After an uneventful drive to Panama City Beach, I was able to get checked in to a gorgeous condo and meet up with Stephanie to get checked in, shop and go to the Athletes' Meeting.
Did I mention I was with Stephanie? You know where we went for breakfast...WAFFLE HOUSE! The reality of the forecast was settling in and the word of the meal was SUCK. There really were no other appropriate words. The wind on our ride grabbed wheels and moved us around. We all started coming to grips that Saturday, Saturday was going to suck.
It was fun walking back from breakfast and bumping into Hal, Allan and Shawn.
Friday morning I woke up and went for a quick easy 2 mile run then headed out to breakfast with mom and dad.
From breakfast we went and picked up some wheels for mom so she would be able to get around to see more of the race. Back to the condo to pack up my transition bags and Stacy came by and we all took a stroll over to get my bike checked in. A volunteer started laughing when I was shocked to see my name next to my number.
Mom and dad headed back to the condo and I went by the Fusion USA booth to grab a vest. Chatted with Chance and left feeling good that I had enough gear for the next day.
The part most of you have been waiting for:
RACE DAY....to be continued.