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Setting the bar low

So tomorrow’s my first race in, oh, about three years. I have squelched all expectations. Here are my excuses:

1. My running has been minimal.

2. My bike training has lacked hills.

3. Two nights this week I’ve had cocktails with friends and woken up a mild hungover, one of which is this today.

4. My nutrition has been crap and included way too many gem doughnuts.

5. This is the shortest possible distance I can do and still consider it a race.

6. I’m not familiar with the race course and clearly don’t care enough to go drive it ahead of time.

7. Racing a sprint hurts.

8. I don’t like pain.

9. I’m old.

10. For sprints I like to wear a one-piece swimsuit with a chamois. But they must not make them anymore, because I can’t find one anywhere. Damn it. So I will be chamois-less. Post race should be interesting.

So why am I even racing? I’m not sure. Maybe just to see if I still enjoy it after a three-year layoff. Should know the answer by 9:30 a.m. tomorrow.

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