Just finished my steel oats. It’s just a normal day, right? No nerves. No second guessing what time I should be there. I’ve got my bag packed correctly. Enough fuel. Tires didn’t deflate last night, I’m sure. Where’s my swim cap? Is it too hot for leggings?
Guess I better braid my hair and like my hubby said, “Make this triathlon my *notch*.” Sometimes autocorrect comes in handy.