I often find with a few weeks to go till an Ironman the almost uncontrollable urge to shut it all down and head for the local Diry Queen. "Forget it, let's not race" the mind says...let's just go sit on the couch watching all of the Oscar films you didn't see (that would be ALL of them) and eat ice cream. Racing is hard and scary...go take a nap instead". This happen to you at all?
|BFF's and reinforcements|
|The Muscle Milk crew to the Apres Swim/pre run Rescue|