You know the old adage: “Never do anything new on race day”? Well, I’m pushin the envelope a bit and putting some new ibungee laces on my pretty lil Sauconys. Hopefully no harm done.
It’s been a long day and I’m just about to get some sleep, but a quick recap…

After a very restless night, I woke up and finished packing. I sat down and enjoyed a nice breakfast and cup(s) of coffee before having a call with my coach. “Why are you so worried about this race??” He wanted to know… good question. I think i’m just so petrified to see how far I’ve slipped. Given the circumstances, I’ve lost a lot of speed/fitness/endurance from last year, but just how much? I’m not sure. The not knowing is almost comforting. What we don’t know can’t hurt us, right?
Well, luckily, my coach is awesome and always knows just what to say. He told me over and over this race is nothing but a pre-season race. I should race it hard, but it’s not an A-race and it’s solely to help us gauge where we stand moving forward. Whether it goes well or not, it’s gonna give me my baseline and that’s a good thing. I can only do what I can do and I have to be okay with that.
So, I double checked my gear, made sure i had all the necessities and loaded the car. After a quick stop at my sister’s and a “good luck tattoo” from my niece, Allison, I hit the road. Forget the M-Dot. I got me a fierce face.


Four hours later, I arrived in sunny St. Pete. Maybe it’s just me, but the roads around here are highly confusing. There’s like 12 1s streets and aves and norths and souths. i feel like i’m back in Arlington. Grid-system, people. It works. I digress. I scored a decent parking spot (thanks to my killer DC parallel parking skills) and I hit the expo. It was hot and humid and bright and sunny. It took me no time at all to get my packet and goodies and all the volunteers were super friendly. I walked around a little bit, picked up some laces and met my new friend, Brian, aka “Triboomer”. He’s leading the live tweetcast for the race and is doing some pretty cool things in the triathlon world. We wandered the expo for a bit and we hung out with a few awesome people. (Don’t tell anyone, but i think i was starstruck). I got to meet the soon-to-be professional triathlete, Mandy McLane who was incredibly awesome. Very down-to-earth and friendly. If things go according to plan tomorrow will be her last race as an amateur elite and will mark the beginning of her pro- career. how. freaking. awesome.
She also rocks a pretty sweet Kestrel. Nice choice. She’s gonna be at all the Rev3 events (dduh. anyone who’s anyone will be there). So, I’ll see her at Quassy.
I started to feel a migraine coming on, so I kept my time at the expo pretty minimal. The bright sun wasn’t helping, not to mention I could tell I was getting dehydrated. I still had a short pre-race workout to do, so I slipped into my gorgeous green-ery and unpacked my gorgeous bike. I felt so great in my gear and I got lots of compliments and “oooh trakkers!” comments along the way.


I did a short 20:00 around town, I couldn’t figure out the race course and there were way too many one-ways (of course the wrong ways). So I just rode to pedal, test my setup, and feel the road. The wind was pretty bad and I’m HOPING it’s better tomorrow. I included a couple 30 seconds at race pace, but nothing terribly intense. Just a nice and easy spin. I got back to the car, traded my cycling shoes for my running shoes and rode to transition. I racked my bike– SCORE, i’m on the main row from the swim/bike in, no counting rows for me! I tried to make mental note of how far down my bike was, did some visualization and then headed out for a short (10 minute) run. My head was all but throbbing at this point, so it was a painful jog that felt much much longer. Why are my legs so heavy? It was a recovery-ish week and there’s no excuse. Please, legs, be rested in the morning.


I found the swim exit and really wanted to get in and swim for a bit but I knew I was pushing it with my head as it was. I decided to go back to the expo and try and buy a new sports bra for tomorrow, but I got the entrance and was getting the light-headed nausea that typically accompanies my migraines… SO I headed back to the car and thanks to my iPhone found the nearest starbucks for some caffeine and a much needed water. I can’t believe how dehydrated I already felt.
I then tried to follow the course map and drive the bike route. I got through part of it (why are we riding on umpteen speed bumps and navigating a bagillion turns??) before I had to find my hotel. Pronto. I probably shouldn’t have been driving at this point. When your head hurts so bad you can’t open your eyes and your thoughts are so disjointed you can’t make sense of anything, you probably shouldnt be operating heavy machinery. Thank God I found my hotel without too much difficulty. Too bad it’s pretty far away from the race and I’m pretty sure a scary movie has taken place at this hotel. I was in too much pain to care or do anything about it. But you better be sure the door is locked, deadbolted, and blocked by a chair.
I immediately drew myself an epsom salt bath, climbed in and tried to relax. Nice hot bath felt ok, but I was still so hot from the sun I decided to take a cold shower afterwards. much better. Dinner (brought from home, of course) consisted of my typical chicken, broccoli, and a salad with some grapes for dessert. I’m still not feeling great, but much better than earlier. Now that it’s MUCH later than I wanted to go to sleep, it’s time to cash out. I dont have the energy to get stuff ready or even map my way back to race start, so I’m saving everything for the morning. Make an early morning even earlier? Yeah, i know. smart move.
Well everybody, think fast thoughts for me tomorrow. I’m trying to listen to my coach on this one.
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