Math For Zombies (40 days)

40 days = 5 weeks, 5 days.
5 weeks, 5 days = 3 weeks, 5 days of hard, hard training.

I can't even pretend to think that I'm not getting more nervous by the day.

Mike, Von, and I did a nasty, nasty ride yesterday.
It was supposed to be a century, but even though no one said it, I think we all knew that at 25 miles, we weren't going to go all the way.
The windchill had to be around 40 and rain...ideal hypothermia conditions.
We bailed at 85...which sounds lame considering we really only had another hour left, but the headwinds were relentless and we were freezing.
The course was extremely hilly, and I feel good about where my legs are at.
Today I feel as though I could do the whole thing again.
I did have a humbling/sobering moment at mile 80 yesterday when I reminded myself that in a month, I need to another 256 miles on top of that.
Apples and oranges, though.
Hilly course, fairly intense yesterday.
October = relaxed pace as possible, flat course.

Barring major tragedy, I think I'll be ready for the swim. I have a fairly aggressive buildup plan over the next few weeks. I don't have to dog-sit anymore, so that opens up major time.

Bike wise, I still have a couple things that need to happen. TT bike or road bike? I need to do a long ride or two on the Cervelo to figure things out. If I can't be comfortable on it, it's going to have to be road bike.

On the "run" side of things, I need to do one more all-nighter and pretty much walk/run everywhere I go from here on out.

Will I be ready?
The answer lies not in my body, but in my head.
If I can achieve enough balance leading up to the race to want it when things start to get ugly.
If I can stay there mentally during the race to eat right.
If I can be patient enough to pace myself in the early hours of the bike.
Right now, I want it. And as time goes on, I think I'm only going to want it more.

kp