One Week

I can't believe it's this weekend. After being sidelined with the gimpy shoulder and then the wonked up tendon, I just feel like I haven't trained at all. I can't believe it's almost here. I just keep telling myself that it's supposed to be fun and there is no pressure to do anything but enjoy myself. I am wondering how I will be able to lightly jog the 2 miles without letting my "competitive meanness" as Marc once called it take over. This will either be a great experience or the turning point I look to when I tell people why they had to amputate at the ankle.

I am also worried about the swim. I have been doing great at the pool, but I remember last year that all that training and swimming instruction went out the window the minute I hit the water. I haven't been practicing my famous swan stroke, so hopefully my back won't give out on me if I panic again and can't swim like a normal person. I have done so little biking that it also hurts my back, so it could be a long day. I guess I better go ahead and book that massage now.