Ok so I rolled around in bed for a while, trying to tell myself I needed sleep. But my body just wasn't buying it. Alivia tried to help, she went to bed at the same time (which mind you was probably like 8 or 9pm). I think at this point Brian went down to sit in the hot tub but came back shortly after to disclose that he felt really uncomfortable sitting down there with children. But he walked in just in time to hear me howl out in laughter while simultaneously falling off the bed. What the hell was I laughing at? When it comes to me and Liv it never matters, you can always count on us being over-the-top, ridiculous. Then again it's been like that since we moved in together our freshmen year of college.
3:30 am
My alarm is going off on the desk next to me. It scared me out of my sleep that I jumped out of bed and grabbed it. I didn't even need the second, third or eleventh alarm that I had set (for cautionary reasons of course...I actually almost slept through my first half marathon because my alarm didn't go off!). I looked glamorous as I strutted my stuff down to the hotel lobby in my spandex, ironman hoody and Brian's eight-sizes-too-big shoes. I was actually happy that I made it out of the room with that much. So I sat down in the lobby, eating a little, having a cup of coffee and scanning Fbook/twitter/etc. I tried to stay with as much of the morning routine as possible....despite the fact that there were people already dressed and ready to go. This made me really nervous so I gave up around 4:15 and headed back up to the room. I can honestly say that I gave it my best shot when it came to being quiet when I walked in but by 4:30 all bets were off
4:30am
Had this not been my race and my weekend I'm pretty sure Alivia and Brian would have killed me for waking them up at 4:30. But I not only woke them up, I put on the Pandora and started dancing around and yelling. Truth be told I was scared out of my mind so I had to do something to up my energy levels and make myself feel like even if I was going to die I at least enjoyed the last few hours before :)
I was really strict about being out the door by 5:15, but of course because it is me, we were in the car by 5. I drove there, which was probably a bad idea since I was so nervous but I couldn't fathom sitting in the front seat doing nothing. But of course we went about 90 the entire time. So really we made it to the beach not long after I had planned on leaving the hotel. Gooooood job Sam.
Despite being there that early, there was barely any parking. We drove down the beach as I cursed at all of the idiot drivers that took up more space than was really necessary to fit your tiny-ass mini cooper. You know what I'm talking about, when you look at a car and think I could have fit in there had this guy moved up just a tad. Anyways, we managed to "find" or make a parking spot rather. (Me) "Am I in front of the drive way?" (Brian) "Nahh, he can still get out" Well alright then.
Onward to the beach to set up transition....

Thursday, August 16, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Saturday: Expo-Expert-Excited


We drove around downtown Racine again, which actually looks
a whole lot different during the day than at night. A lot less sketch to say
the least. The Civic Center was amazing in and of itself. There was just an
overwhelming feeling of exhilaration that overcame me seeing all of these
athletes checking in. Granted we were there much, much, much earlier than
everyone else but I was soaking in every little bit. Having been through expos
for other races before I have to say this one was well put together. I walked
up to the first desk and they gave me my number and packet. Onto the next and
the lady asks me, “What’s your lucky number?” I look at her and say “3”. She
took my packet information and goes, “No it’s 1010, because that’s you’re
number”. Right, I should have known that, triathlete humor. A hop, skip and a
jump later and I had gotten my timing chip, a free draw string bag, my racing
license, a shirt and my number with more safety pins than I can even imagine
ever needing, because those buggers are easily lost!
Of course I made it a point to look at and touch everything
at each of the stands, because I could. I was pumped, in a few hours I would be
competing and (hopefully) complete my first 70.3. One of my bad habits whenever I go to any expo is when I get
up to the register. I love collecting clothes from every big race I do. I
definitely over-did the marathon gear last year. So I was admiring all of the
Ironman gear but decided against anything with the Ironman logo on it simply
because I felt like it would be a bigger enjoyment to purchase when I sign up
for the full distance. I did however find an awesome sweatshirt that I have
worn more times than I can count and a t-shirt that has my name on it….how do
you not buy clothing with your name on it!? Truth be told though, Alivia found
the shirt before I did, and I caved to peer pressure!


Ok enough messing around, time to say goodbye to the bike
until tomorrow. Liv, Brian and I walked the bike over to transition but only I
could actually go in. I looked around at all of the bikes that were already
there. I drooled over a few of them and eventually found my spot in the racks.
I think I got lucky because my spot was right by the bike in-bike out location.
Which meant I would be farther away from the run but hey, you’re running
anyways right? I was a little weary of having to run in my biking shoes,
knowing me I would probably face plant on the way. This was good. I bagged up
the seat and handle bars, took a moment and said bye to my bike.

I had made dinner plans with one of my old co-workers from
the Elmhurst YMCA. He is something of a triathlete guru and I hadn’t seen him
in a while so he invited me to their team dinner. It was at this nice Italian
restaurant and we had something close to 20 people at dinner. Our waitress
absolutely hated us though. I’m not sure why but we told her ahead of time that
we were going to need pitchers of water. She copped an attitude at everything
we asked for after that one. While at dinner I was listening to the many
stories that people shared about past races but the best one was probably the
game that some of the athletes played while biking. It works something like a
point system where during the bike, if you pass someone with an aero helmet you
get 25 points, aero tires are also 25 points, Iron Man tattoos are worth 50
points but if you get “chicked” (passed by a chick) you lose 50. I almost fell
out of my chair laughing, did they really do this?
After dinner we all headed back to the hotel, it was going
to be bed time soon. Or I was telling myself I was going to try to go to bed….I
already knew that was going to take some convincing…
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