Oh boy! Oh boy! Here we GO!! Moana's first plane ride.
Oh please (oh please) let her be tired and just sleep. Of course, now that she is 7 months old (I know, can you believe it??), she sleeps a lot less than she did when she was really little. And especially in new place, she won't even think about allowing herself to sleep. In fact, she may not sleep this whole weekend.
In my old life I was that single gal in the airport who shivered at the sight of a baby boarding the plane with her mom. And I might have, once or twice, rolled my eyes (or something) when said baby was making noise. I just have this feeling that today is the day I will pay for those sins. So to all the moms out there who were at any time a victim of my airplane stink eye, please forgive me. I really am sorry. I just didn't know what it was like before.
Seriously, this is going to be an exciting weekend for Moana. I was just reviewing the Athlete Guide for the race and trying to figure out how to arrange our day tomorrow so we all have fun but I also get in all the stuff I need to. I think our day will look something like this:
AM: Go to Hapuna Beach for swim/ride/run. Just a couple minutes each sport, which will just get me more psyched up to race. As if I need that.
Scott and Moana can play at the beach while I'm taking care of business and then hopefully we can all hang out and play a little together. In 2007 when I was out doing my pre-race swim at Hapuna I saw a manta ray swimming around... mantas are seriously the most beautiful creatures in the water. So. Graceful. I'll be looking for one again this year for sure!
Then I'll have to go pick up my race packet and all that goes with it. Spend the day packing my bags into transition gear bags and chillin' with my feet up somewhere... Oh, and playing with a baby who will no doubt be mesmerized by all the newness. I wonder how many other athletes there will spend the evening before the race giving their baby a bath? In The Big Tub, nonetheless. Last time we tried a bath in The Big Tub there was a total meltdown.
Speaking of meltdowns, I think there may be a few on the run course this year. Our winds have been very light for the last several weeks and will continue to be light throughout the weekend. Which means that it's HOT. Really Hot. And humid. Sticky humid. Warning: Failure to pace correctly on the bike or a miscalculation of how much fluid/electrolytes one needs may result in massive meltdowns on the run.
Cat reminded me last night that ilovetheheatithriveintheheatilovetheheatithriveintheheatilovetheheatithriveintheheatilovetheheatithriveintheheat. I'll try to remember that on Saturday when I'm ready to rip my skin off so I can cool down.
So if you're curious about how the race is going, I think you will be able to follow it on www.IronmanLive.com. Usually they have an athlete tracker (sort for W35-39) that'll give you our splits along the way so it'll be just like you're there. Sort of. Except you won't be there. It would be better if you were there. Screaming your head off at me. But I guess following along on your computer will suffice. ;)
One great thing about this race is that we all (men and women) start together at 7:00 AM. No wave starts. I love that. Let's race.
By the way, Scott just dared me to wear my pointy helmet on the plane. He said he would wear it if it fit him, but it doesn't fit him. Likely excuse. See? Everyone is full of excuses already and the race hasn't even started yet.