last one, fast one

My 2009 triathlon campaign comes to a close this weekend in the same way that it came in: with a heck of a lot of motivation and just enough early moring Toronto traffic to keep my “chasing” muscles attentive. It’s all good.

Spent the last week in Collingwood with Amy and her family. We did a lot of nothing, and by “nothing” I mean eating, sleeping, puzzling, gaming, mountaining, sunsetting, hamocking, and a just a teeny, tiny bit of triathloning.

I’ve been feeling excellent in my taper this week. I’ll certainly have no excuses going into Saturday’s race, and I’ve even managed to get called out for the first time ever. Looks like there will be enough dudes (and gals) to make things interesting. That’s what I’m hoping for: a flipping-mono-e-mono-need-to-be-close-to-the-action-to-make-it-interesting-knock-down-feel-the-burn-slug-it-out-collape-at-the-finish-line-pain-fest. Boom. It is, after all, my last one for a while.

And as much as I despise the use of this word, I’m guess you could say I’m hoping for something epic, at least as far as Southern-Ontario age-group triathlon racing goes.

Word out.