So in just 11 weeks, I will have done my third Ironman ever. I'll be sipping mojitos in The Woodlands with friends telling war stories of the days events. But tomorrow we begin the deep dive into training...not that I haven't been training hard but now we start in on time trials, big bricks and long runs. Thank God I got my rest during this past rest week.
My mom was in town after going to Hawaii with my sister and her family to Kauai and they got back to CA just the day after the tsunami hit Hawaii. nervous? Yes, so much so that when I found out as I was on my way to o'dark thirty masters practice that I phoned my madre around 2:30 Hawaii time. The woman doesn't party like she used to, I definitely woke her! But the fam is OK, back safe and sound, no worse for the wear. So we hung out, I rode with my sister for the first time since she got pregnant (Thanks Adie!!) and we ate good food and enjoyed each other. She leaves on Wednesday and I am back to work!
I'm sitting here writing as Mark is sick and coughing up his lungs, while working tirelessly on DODOcase and their launch for the iPad2 case. I have lots to look forward to though, we leave for the Tour of Flanders next week and I am over the moon excited. Opportunity of a (cycling) lifetime, I am hoping to kiss Tom Boonen! We will ride the amateur "ronde" the day before the race and then watch and party with Belgium's the next day. We have signed up for the epic, full course f 250 k's, as Bob Roll would say and I am prepping for an epic day on the bike. Long, most likely raining and full of cobbles. The Scott Addict will be so happy! While there, I will continue to train for Texas and we will visit family in London. I also plan on doing a bit of non workout wear shopping at Topshop. This will be great.
So my bags are packed for tomorrow's track night and the bike is on the trainer for intervals in the morning.