So today I should be telling you about scrubbing the race numbers off my arms and my legs, how I PR'd my swim, how the Rickenbacker Causeway is NOT that intimidating and how I finally made it hurt when I run, but I'm not.
Today was my very first DNS: did not start.
Supposedly everyone has one eventually and everyone's reasons are different.
This wasn't a race we were training for. It was put on my calendar to help keep my motivation through the brutally hot and humid South Florida summer. Eight weeks ago (I think) I told my coach I didn't even want to do it, but about a month ago I decided what the heck.
Yesterday was standard pre race rituals...short workouts, lots of water, healthy lunch and dinner. I had everything ready to go. The first sign of a problem was when I went to bed. It was 9:40 and I had a 4 am wake up. Nine-forty pm is late for me. And I was WIDE AWAKE. I pretty much layed in bed until 2:30 awake most of the time. That's when I "called it".
Why?? It wasn't necessarily the risk of a poor performance, but in the whole life balance thing, this would set the tone for my week. If I start the week exhausted, it's that much easier to blow off workouts, eat junk food and just be a sloth. These are the things that go through my mind on sleepless nights.
Am I upset that I missed the race? Yes and no. I really wanted to see where my swim and run were since we have been working on it, but I would get I'd have a poor performance and I really don't need that in my head right now.
I texted coach after I woke up and told her I wasn't racing and she was super awesome about it. We agreed get on the bike (or run) for an hour and do something. So I did. I cycled for 20 miles (the race distance) and enjoyed my ride.
16 weeks to the next 70.3...onward!