Today is Tuesday. I think my nerves are all but shot. I'm keeping food down but it doesn't feel like it wants to be there. That's not good.
I don't even know what it is. I'm not obsessed with the weather, or gear, or race strategy, or nutrition, or anything. But it's still there, the knot in my gut which seems to be growing exponentially as the days disappear and Ironman looms closer. Yes I've committed close to 2 years getting ready for one day. But in reality, regardless of the outcome life will go on, and it won't matter one bit whether I finish in 13 hours, 17 hours, or DNF. Yet the nerves are still there. It's stupid, and I hate the fact that I'm letting it get to me.
Four more days. One more day of work. Check-in on Thursday. Prep-day Friday. Bike check-in Saturday. Race Sunday. Piece of cake.