Sunday is The Big Race.
Distances: 1/2 mile swim, 10.7 mile bike, 3 mile run.
I went to go do a practice swim on Monday and my favorite goggles were missing. I decided I must have left them at the open-water swim last Saturday and was discouraged. Then the backup pair of goggles I had broke. The inside of my head sounded something like this: "What a bad omen, I don't want to try out new goggles for the first time on race day, I'm so stupid, Why did I sign up for this dumb race anyway, Those were my favorite goggles, I feel so fat and out of shape..."
Yeah, that sucks, doesn't it?
I wasn't able to find identical goggles at Dick's and bought some semi-acceptable ones at Target. I toyed with the idea of buying new ones and having them second-day aired to my house for an exorbitant fee.
Then I told the friend I went to the race with about my goggle problem and she told me that she had my goggles in her car, and that she had bought identical ones at Dick's (I was just looking in the wrong place). Then I kept finding goggles all over my house. I apparently had three pairs of them, two with clear lenses and one with blue. I feel like this is some sort of joke the Universe is playing on me to tell me to lighten up, already.
I'm still a little nervous but realistically, what is my problem? Even if I have a terrible race, SO WHAT? The real benefit of the race was that it got me off the couch and onto my bike, into the pool, and out in my running shoes all spring.
After all the stress of triathlon training and planning, the half marathon I have planned for fall seems simple: No bike, no goggles, nothing but me and my running shoes.