In less than 48 hrs. I will put my body through hell and be cussing out my friend Kathryn (in my head) for talking me into it. The Power Maiden Sprint Triathlon. Sprint means that it is shorter than a real triathlon. It's a 300 meter swim, followed by a 13 mile bike ride, and a 5K run.

I know that I can do each of these things seperately, but this is all in a row, outside, without an ipod (too dangerous for the competitors- I just want to tell these people "look, I'm going to be last anyway, I will just start behind everyone. Then can I PLEASE have my ipod?")

I have been really excited about it, but that was before it was REAL. Like, do you remember the first time you were ever going to perform, and how you looked forward to it for months and practiced all the time and felt really confident? And then the day or two before, you started going "holy shit- I've lost my fucking mind! Why did I say I wanted to do this? Why?" Well, it's like that. Except that was performance in front of people anxiety. As opposed to "Holy shit- this just might kill me" anxiety.

No, no, it's OK. I can do this. I will finish it. Good God, it's just a SPRINT tri. Two or three hours, and it'll be over, one way or another.

But what if I fall on my bike? What I cramp? What if I get too hot? What if I start feeling sick?

Shit.

It'll be OK. It'll be OK. I am going to channel my piggy that helps me workout with Abdul. Just grunt.