It's Wednesday and while I have a million and one things that I should be doing, I needed to tell the world to stop, or at least slow down, while I gather my thoughts on this weekend.

It's hard to believe that the date circled in my calendar for months now is finally arriving.  The day I have dedicated my life (and savings) to for the past eight months.  The day in which I hope to accomplish something greater than I ever thought possible.  The day I (God willingly) will become an Ironman.

I'm not going to lie.  I've got a LOT on my mind right now.  Do I have everything I need?  Am I ready for the challenging bike course?  Should I have tapered differently?  Is it OK that I probably gained five pounds this past week just because I've been eating and not training as much?  Is my bike going to flat out on me?  Is it going to be cold, hot or windy?  Really, the list goes on and on and on...

This article that my friend (and now an Ironman as of Sunday, you get it girl) Christa sent me sums it up pretty well.  Please humor me and read it.
You've been following your schedule to the letter. You've been piling on the mileage, piling up the laundry, and getting a set of tan lines that will take until next year to erase. Long rides were followed by long runs, which both were preceded by long swims, all of which were followed by recovery naps that were longer than you slept for any given night during college. 

You ran in the snow. 
You rode in the rain. 
You ran in the heat. 
You ran in the cold. 

You went out when others stayed home. 
You rode the trainer when others pulled the covers over their heads. 

You have survived the Darwinian progression that is an Ironman summer, and now the hardest days are behind you. Like a climber in the Tour de France coming over the summit of the penultimate climb on an alpine stage, you've already covered so much ground...there's just one more climb to go. You shift up, you take a drink, you zip up the jersey; the descent lies before you...and it will be a fast one. 

Time that used to be filled with never-ending work will now be filling with silent muscles, taking their final, well-earned rest. While this taper is something your body desperately needs, your mind cast off to the background for so very long, will start to speak to you. 

It won't be pretty. 

It will bring up thoughts of doubt, pain, hunger, thirst, failure, and loss. It will give you reasons why you aren't ready. It will try and make one last stand to stop you, because your brain doesn't know what the body already does. Your body knows the truth: 

You are ready. 

Your brain won't believe it. It will use the taper to convince you that this is foolish - that there is too much that can go wrong. 

You are ready. 

Finishing an Ironman is never an accident. It's the result of dedication, focus, hard work, and belief that all the long runs in January, long rides in April, and long swims every damn weekend will be worth it. It comes from getting on the bike, day in, day out. It comes from long, solo runs. From that first long run where you wondered, "How will I ever be ready?" to the last long run where you smiled to yourself with one mile to go...knowing that you'd found the answer. 

It is worth it. Now that you're at the taper, you know it will be worth it. The workload becomes less. The body winds up and prepares, and you just need to quiet your worried mind. Not easy, but you can do it. 

You are ready. 

You will walk into the water with 2000 other wide-open sets of eyes. You will look upon the sea of humanity, and know that you belong. You'll feel the chill of the water crawl into your wetsuit, and shiver like everyone else, but smile because the day you have waited for so VERY long is finally here. 

You will tear up in your goggles. Everyone does. 

The helicopters will roar overhead. 
The splashing will surround you. 

You'll stop thinking about Ironman, because you're now racing one. 

The swim will be long - it's long for everyone, but you'll make it. You'll watch as the shoreline grows and grows, and soon you'll hear the end. You'll come up the beach and head for the wetsuit strippers. Three people will get that sucker off before you know what happening, then you’ll head for the bike. 

The voices, the cowbells, and the curb-to-curb chalk giving you a hero's sendoff can't wipe the smile off your face. 

You'll settle down to your race. The crowds will spread out on the road. You'll soon be on your bike, eating your food on your schedule, controlling your Ironman. 

You'll start to feel that morning sun turn to afternoon sun. It's warmer now. Maybe it's hot. Maybe you're not feeling so good now. You'll keep riding. You'll keep drinking. You'll keep moving. After all, this is just a long training day with valet parking and catering, right? 

You'll put on your game face, fighting the urge to feel down as you ride for what seems like hours. You reach special needs, fuel up, and head out. 

By now it'll be hot. You'll be tired. Doubts will fight for your focus. Everyone struggles here. You've been on that bike for a few hours, and stopping would be nice, but you won't - not here. Not today. 

You'll grind the false flats to the climb. You'll know you're almost there. You'll fight for every inch of road. The crowd will come back to you here. Let their energy push you. Let them see your eyes. Smile when they cheer for you - your body will get just that little bit lighter. 


You'll plunge down the road, swooping from corner to corner, chaining together the turns, tucking on the straights, letting your legs recover for the run to come - soon! You'll roll back - you'll see people running out. You'll think to yourself, "Wasn't I just here?" 

The noise will grow. The chalk dust will hang in the air - you're back, with only 26.2 miles to go. You'll relax a little bit, knowing that even if you get a flat tire or something breaks here, you can run the damn bike into T2. 

You'll roll into transition. 100 volunteers will fight for your bike. You'll give it up and not look back. You'll have your bag handed to you, and into the tent you'll go. You'll change. You'll load up your pockets, and open the door to the last long run of your Ironman summer - the one that counts. 

You'll take that first step of a thousand...and you'll smile. You'll know that the bike won't let you down now - the race is down to your own two feet. The same crowd that cheered for you in the shadows of the morning will cheer for you in the brilliant sunshine of a summer Sunday. High-five people on the way out. Smile. Enjoy it. This is what you've worked for all year long. 

That first mile will feel great. So will the second. By mile 3, you probably won't feel so good. 

That's okay. You knew it couldn't all be that easy. You'll settle down just like you did on the bike, and get down to your pace. You'll see the leaders coming back the other way. Some will look great - some won't. You might feel great, you might not. No matter how you feel, don't panic - this is the part of the day where whatever you're feeling, you can be sure it won't last. 

You'll keep moving. You'll keep drinking. You'll keep eating. Maybe you'll be right on plan - maybe you won't. If you're ahead of schedule, don't worry - believe. If you're behind, don't panic - roll with it. Everyone comes up with a brilliant race plan for Ironman, and then everyone has to deal with the reality that planning for something like Ironman is like trying to land a man on the moon. By remote control. Blindfolded. 

How you react to the changes in your plan will dictate your day. Don't waste energy worrying about things - just do what you have to when you have to, and keep moving. Keep eating. Keep drinking. Just don't sit down - don't EVER sit down. 

You'll make it to the halfway point. You'll load up on special needs. Some of what you packed will look good, some won't. Eat what looks good, toss the rest. Keep moving. Start looking for people you know. Cheer for people you don't. You're headed in - they're not. They want to be where you are, just like you wanted to be when you saw all those fast people headed into town. Share some energy - you'll get it right back. 

Run if you can. 
Walk if you have to. 
Just keep moving. 

The miles will drag on. The brilliant sunshine will yawn. You'll be coming up to those aid stations fully alive with people, music, and chicken soup. TAKE THE SOUP. Keep moving. 

You'll soon only have a few miles to go. You'll start to believe that you're going to make it. You'll start to imagine how good it's going to feel when you get there. Let those feelings drive you on. When your legs just don't want to move anymore, think about what it's going to be like when someone catches you…and puts a medal over your head... all you have to do is get there. 

You'll start to hear the people in town. People you can't see in the twilight will cheer for you. They'll call out your name. Smile and thank them. They were there when you left on the bike, and when you came back, and when you left on the run, and now when you've come back. 

You'll enter town. You'll start to realize that the day is almost over. You'll be exhausted, wiped out, barely able to run a 10-minute mile (if you're lucky), but you'll ask yourself, "Where did the whole day go?" You'll be standing on the edge of two feelings - the desire to finally stop, and the desire to take these last moments and make them last as long as possible. 

You'll hit mile 25. Your Ironman will have 1.2 miles - just 2KM left in it. 

You'll run. You'll find your legs. You'll fly. You won't know how, but you will run. The lights will grow brighter, brighter, and brighter. Soon you'll be able to hear the music again. This time, it'll be for keeps. 

Soon they'll see you. Soon, everyone will see you. You'll run towards the lights, between the fences, and into the night sun made just for you. 

They'll say your name. 
You'll keep running. 
Nothing will hurt. 

The moment will be yours - for one moment, the entire world will be looking at you and only you. 

You'll break the tape at the finish line, 140.6 miles after starting your journey. The flash will go off. 

You'll stop. You'll finally stop. Your legs will wobble their last, and capable of nothing more. 

Someone will catch you. 
You'll lean into them. 

It will suddenly hit you. 


You are ready. 
You are ready.

And you know what?  It's true.  I have put in the hard work and I am ready.  I am ready for the toughest mental and physical battle of my life.  I am ready to push myself to accomplish my dream.

We leave tonight to start our trek to Whistler.  After spending the night in Jasper, we'll arrive tomorrow evening. I will check-in Friday, do some light workouts, attend the athlete briefing, drop my bike and gear bags on Saturday, and throw my feet up knowing that it's all in God's hands from here.

But I'm not too proud to ask for some final help and motivation from everyone.  So if you have any final encouraging messages or thoughts for me, please leave them here in the comments, text me or email me.  I'm planning to gather everything and re-read them as much as possible over the next few days to remind myself why I'm here and how grateful I am for this journey.  

Thank you all for the love and support along this crazy journey.  I will be doing everything I can out there on Sunday to make you all proud!
Two weeks ago in Whistler, eyeing up the finish line!

08/21/2013 09:45

Hey chica! I have to say that I really enjoyed reading your journey leading up to this race. You are wonder woman to me, and I have NO IDEA how you manage to squeeze hours upon hours of training into each day, work, keep the hubby happy, along with the million other things going on in your life! You, my dear, are part of the reason why I made the decision to try this "marathon thing" that everyone I know seems to be into :)

Just remember that no matter the outcome, you have accomplished something that most people would never fathom of tackling in a lifetime. You are a stronger than you think, and you'll push through the mental and physical road blocks along the way. We are all proud of you!!! Go get'em!!!!

08/21/2013 11:39

It's all MENTAL now lady... and you're going to do great :)

08/21/2013 11:48

Just remember, you are strong. People cheering say things like "looking strong" or "stay strong" but the looks certianly won't be good and the stay implies there is a chance of failure/weakness. You ARE strong. Plain and simple. You just are.
I'll be cheering for you all day and I'll try to telepathically send you my "You are strong Julie, you are strong!" cheers.

08/22/2013 12:31

Good Luck Julie!!! Darius and I will be cheering you on from the beach in NJ!! Looking forward to reading your re-cap - you are going to be great!

08/22/2013 14:32

You can do it! Go Julie go! My three year old would quote Nemo and tell you, "Just keep swimming!"

08/22/2013 15:26

I can still see you as a 6 yr old the first time you attempted to swim from one side of the 25 meter pool to the other. You've come a long way! You've worked so hard to accomplish this long-time goal of yours, Julie. So go get it....the finish line is waiting and I know you'll get there!! Love you!


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