Super Boo Returns!

Remember Super Boo?

I don't know about you but that seems like ages ago.  Looks like the folder holding the pictures was created in March, but they had to be taken before that.  We haven't lived in that house since February. 

I feel like its been years, though.  It was before my conditioning starting going down hill.  Before the anemia diagnosis.  Before I threw my hands up and got depressed.  Before the treatment and road to recovery.

Super Boo doesn't quite look like this any more...

...but she's working on it.

This weekend will be my first triathlon ever.  I signed up for one back in May, but 2 weeks before the race I was ordered by my doctor not to run.

Congestive heart failure.  That's what she told me could happen if I continued to push myself.

And I considered ignoring her advice and doing the triathlon any way. 

Was I really that stupid?

Thanks to the advice and support of my bloggy friends, I held off.  Several of you told me I deserved for my 1st tri experience to be worry free (health wise at least).  Better to worry about the hilly bike course or getting kicked during the swim than over taxing my heart.

Oh and the threat my sister gave me - the race was on the Little Man's birthday.  She promised that if something happened to me she'd tell him every year on his birthday that his Auntie Boo couldn't celebrate with him because her selfishness caused her to be dead/a vegetable. 

Okay then.

It was painful emotionally and I cried the whole weekend that was supposed to be my first every triathlon.  Over the next few months I dealt a little with depression, but the doctor figured me out, filled me up, and released me for training.

I wouldn't allow myself to get excited about it.  After all what if I relapsed?  Emotionally I knew I couldn't handle the disappointment again. 

Two weeks to go - I thought to myself  "Could this really be happening?"

A week out "This is really happening!"

Now its only 2 days away.  Sunday morning I'll rise early to swim 300 meters (in a heated outdoor pool - I'm assuming I'll freeze my buns off waiting for my turn to jump in).

Then I'll towel off and head for my huffy to complete the 8 miles of the hilly bike course.  I considered using a friend's bike, but since they are calling for rain on Sunday I'd prefer mine.  That way I don't have to worry about the rain hurting her expensive bike.

I'll dismount my bike and take off in a run for the last 3 miles of the race.

Okay by that time it will have warmed up and my shorts and tank will be more appropriate than a long sleeve tee and gloves.  Less than 2 hours after it all begins I'll be crossing the finish line (Lord willin if the creek don't rise.)

Doing my mock-tri yesterday (10 min swim, 10 min bike, 10 min run) I started thinking about all I've been through the past 6 months.  I started to cry as I bikes around the path.  I'm going to be a basket case on Sunday!!

The End.

For now - check back next week for the race report!