A few weeks ago I dreamed of racing Ironman France on June 24th. It was not in the plan, not on the schedule, and I can count the number of 5 hour rides I've done on my thumbs ;) .But I'm feeling fit! And I've been having this itch...The itch to travel and adventure and make the most out of my time as a professional triathlete. And also I got that little Ironman itch. The one I said I wouldn't scratch until at least September. Oh well, I was always one of those kids with scabs for weeks because I just couldn't be patient. Right, mom? Anyway, a few weeks ago, a podium finish at Hawaii 70.3 was just a "rêve"as well, but as that dream became reality, I was reminded that I really can dream big and that you only get to live once. Hawaii had also been on the "maybe if I can afford it" list. And now that I made it happen, I was able to leave with no regrets.....and ready for another adventure. Life is short! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
My job as a school psychologist ended for the summer on Friday, June 15th and the timing seemed perfect....Ironman France...Could I make it happen?
|Ok, I found this logo after I wrote the above. It's a sign, oui? (translation: your dream starts here)|
So, with a little hope, a little luck, a little summoning of the powers of "The Secret", and some amazing support from sponsors who believe in my dreams & the race organizers, I found myself last week with a ticket to Nice, France! Bonjour Ironman France! People ask, "why?". I say, "why not?".
I left work on Friday and nearly directly hopped on the plane for an 18-hour travel-fest. The trip started most perfectly when the ticket agent looked at my ginormous wheely bag and asked, "Is that a bike?" I replied, "It's fitness equipment for an expo". So, I didn't exactly lie (I never said it wasn't a bike). It IS fitness equipment...And I AM going to an expo, probably transporting myself there with that "fitness equipment". As I walked away from the ticket counter, happily only $30 poorer from baggage fees, I realized I was lucky my new hoodie hadn't given me away!
|Said hoody. Guess the ticket agent wasn't a cyclist!|
The rest of the trip went smoothly and I arrived in Nice in the gorgeous, humid, salty-aired twighlight at 9pm the next night (It stays light SO late here!) .
So, here I am, on the French Riviera, "acclimating" (re: sitting on the beach and exploring the town) for Ironman. The SoF (South of France, d'uh!) is everything I remember it being when I lived in nearby Aix-en-Provence in college. J'adore...