Holy crap, you guys. 10 page views today. That’s a new record. I’d like to thank my mom, God, and those railroad tracks for throwing me off my bike and giving me something else to do besides train.
Since I can’t bear the thought of sitting around and letting my triathlon and Boston dreams slip away, I’ve devoted myself to the search for my Next Race. What to do? First I went looking for another triathlon that I could do in September or November. (Am I kicking myself now for not signing up for the Nation’s Tri when I had the chance? You betcha.) But the timing of Chicago–which I’m still doing as the airfare and hotel are prepaid–takes out most of the remaining available triathlons. Beach 2 Battleship, which takes place in November in Wilmington, NC, one of my favorite vacation destinations sold out its Half Ironman race, so it looks like it will be a while before I get another tri. (Get it, tri?)
So then I started thinking about other possible marathons. And there, at least, my options are plentiful. If Chicago is a bust, I could do Richmond, Philadelphia, or Tucson. Wes’s sister moved to Tucson last year, and we’ll probably go out there and (both?) do the half in December anyway, but if someone’s fitness is peaking late because of a nasty bike spill, well, maybe she’ll just go for the full. There’s no way to know.
Anyway, headed to Quakertown tomorrow for Steelman weekend. Wish Katie luck. Look for a race report Sunday or Monday.
Oh yeah, as promised