Racing Trifecta

July 23, 2012

Enough rest for the wicked.

As our travels in Ecuador came to a close, it was everything I could do to ward off the voices in my head asking me to focus, wind up, and get ready. And so I came back to California and put my nose to the grindstone; back to early mornings, multiple breakfasts, anaerobic pieces, and long brick workouts followed by long ice and epsom salt baths. This Wednesday, we’ll be back on planes bound for Europe for the ITU Long Course World Championships in Spain and I am antsy, eager, and so excited to be there.

This will be the first time I’ve ever raced under the invitation to represent the United States and I’m rather amped about it. With the race just a few days away, its time to trust my training and dig deep for the Championship course is longer in the water by over a mile, and longer in running shoes by six miles. And, of course, the fastest amateur athletes in the world will share this challenge with me. Goosebumps!

The hardest part about this impending journey with TeamUSA is that I won’t have much time to digest the experience – the following weekend I’ll head home to Boulder to race the Ironman 70.3 in my old backyard. Just 5 days after crossing the finish line in Boulder, I’ll get to unpack my bike box in earnest and replace it with my trail running pack bound for Bozeman to tackle the challenge eminent at the Bridger Ridge Run – a grueling 20 mile trail run, complete with 6900ft of elevation gain and 9500 ft of descending. I catch myself creating packing lists, equipment lists, doing nutritional calculations, and asking questions about these races beyond Spain and have to tune them out – reminding myself that getting ahead really means being PRESENT in these sorts of things and so I need to trust the systems in place.

I’ve never raced this much back to back, opting instead to include large blocks of time to digest my fitness and enjoy the calm of recovery instead so these events, and the challenges off the course both weigh heavily on my mind. I’m not sure what to expect of myself – and I say this a lot when it comes to racing. Anyone can arrive on race day. Whomever this girl brings to these next start lines is sure to be the best she has to offer.

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  • Reply Derek July 24, 2012 at 10:53 am

    I’m betting on: a PR, big smiles, sore legs, emotional breakthroughs, high altitude hypoxia, bruised feet, and unforgettable memories.

    Game on!

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