Over-raced

I get so excited looking ahead and seeing all the cool races on the horizon! I get caught up in the hype, in the challenge and in the "mode". The "Race Mode". The line of logic goes like this, "I've done all this training, now it's time to RACE!". Well, I think I've overdone it.

Five races in 8 weeks. What was I thinking? Well, I think I already wrote what I was thinking. Only one was a sprint. Those 8 weeks ends in about 10 days out in San Fransisco. I'm beat, and what's worse, I think I might be catching a cold.

I've already shipped my bike out to CA - which is a good thing - believe me! I'm fine with just swimming and running for the next 10 days. I hope none of you are expecting any earth-shattering race statistics from me from Escape - my race goal is to finish and have fun. Ug, that makes it sound like I'm not confident about finishing - so let me rephrase that - to race and have fun.

This is a mini-vacation for me and TriSherpaDi - that's Mrs. Bigun, but I think Roman might have coined a new name for her that doesn't include the word 'big' - and as far as vacations go, it's not really a "mini". We rarely do "just the two of us" - so three pre-race days in San Fransisco are days to really look forward to.

So take a tip from me - next time you feel the need to race your guts out and pack a ton of races into as little time as possible - rethink it, and then don't. The bad thing is that I look back at all of the races done so far this year and ask myself which one I would have cut - and I can't pick one. I've enjoyed them all: Clermont, St. Anthony's, One-O-One, Mad Beach... just let me get through the next 10 days, and enjoy Escape from Alcatraz too, and then maybe I'll just sleep-in a day or too. Promise.