Dum, Da-dum, Dum

It's taper week.

What the heck is taper week, you ask? Well, in a triathlon training program it's the week of your race. The training you're supposed to do is scaled down so you don't wear yourself out or injure yourself right before the race. So the good thing is that I have much less working out to do this week. The flip side of that is that it means my race is just a couple of days away.

I'm SO nervous. My stomach is roiling while I write about it. Last night I slept OK, but I wonder if I will be able to sleep much the next couple of days. What if I panic during the swim? What if I get a flat tire during the bike ride? What if I finish an hour behind the next-to-last person? What if I collapse and die on the run???? OK, I'm not seriously worried about collapsing and dying. (Though to hear Terence talk about it, you'd think I'm really at risk. He keeps harping on me not being hydrated enough and how he's afraid I'm going to have kidney failure if I don't drink a gallon of water right before the race. I keep trying to explain to him that a woman who has had four kids can't run with a bladder full to bursting without leaking all over herself but he just doesn't get it.)

Anyway, wish me luck . . . exactly 66 hours and 21 minutes from now, I will begin one of the most crazy undertakings of my entire life.