Only 2 days until my first Triathlon. Oh my goodness. What was I thinking? I don't know if I can really do this. I was looking at the list of people competing in the Try It. They are so kind as to list the shirt size of all participants. Guess what? I'm the ONLY fat chick. There are a couple big guys, but we all know that it TOTALLY not the same! So now the anxiety really gets to come out. Not to mention that I decided to rent a wet suit so I don't freeze in the lake. That was an adventure just in itself.
My friend Sarah found a place in Portland that rents Tri suits. They are NOT like regular wet suits. They are more like divers wet suits. They have a rubber outside and the neoprene inside. The key with these wet suits is that you can't pull on the outside or the rubber will tear. Therefore, you need to turn the suit inside out and pull from the inside. Did I mention that they don't actually make wetsuits in my size? So I'm trying on a men's suit. For a man that's like 6 feet tall. Um, I'm only 5'2". Can you see the problem that I might have? I can't tug on the outer layer of the suit and I'm a whole foot shorter than the person who's supposed to be in it. The suit is "rolled" down so I'm trying to pull on, essentially, 2 layers of suit. Maybe I should have prefaced this whole thing by mentioning that there is a roll of paper towels in the dressing room to wipe off sweat because it's that hard to put these thing on a NORMAL person! To try to make a long story short, I had the lady that owns the store in the room with my trying to cram me into this suit. Oh, by the way, I never thought I was claustrophobic until I tried putting that thing on. And "try" is the magic word here. Because after 30 minutes, and the suit not even covering my butt, I gave up! I took the dumb thing off. Seriously, this HAS to be a sign that I shouldn't do this! But no. Karri came back with ANOTHER
death trap wet suit. However, this one was a little easier to put on. It didn't have the rubber on the outside, so it was much easier to pull on. So, I guess I am set, right?
This week I have made 3 batches of cookies and eaten most of them. I'm a total wreck! I don't feel prepared. I feel fat (ok, I know I'm fat, but I FEEL it!!!). I'm stressing. I don't know what to expect. I'm on edge. UGH. Come Saturday afternoon, it's gonna all be worth it right? Right? RIGHT?
Ok, enough about me. I'm sure I can find something else to post about later!