Today is August 30th. The baby boy is due September 30th. WHICH MEANS ONE MONTH TO GO! Pardon the caps, but we are so excited. I can't wait to hold the little bugger...and Katie can't wait for him to stop breakdancing in the womb all hours of the night! Katie has been so amazing throughout this whole experience; I seriously couldn't be more impressed or in awe of how she has handled it with such grace. Let's be honest, if I had to pee six times a night I would be one unpleasant SOB every day...
Not to mention she continues to be productive and somehow manages to get so much done. One would think that working 12 hours a day with a 25 pound medicine ball glued to your stomach would be enough, but no. Why not refinish some furniture for fun?
| Mask? Check. Glasses? Check. Sander? Check. Pregnant belly? Double check. |
Hopefully she will take it a wee bit easier this coming weekend as I am off to Des Moines, Iowa for my last race of the year. Luckily, Katie's parents are coming to town so that should distract her enough that I don't have to worry about the power tools getting a good workout. It is probably pushing it slightly for me to travel this weekend but Des Moines is a direct flight from Denver and I won't even be gone for a full 48 hours. Basically, fly -> build bike -> check in -> sleep -> race -> repack bike -> EAT ICE CREAM SUNDAES -> sleep -> fly home. Easy.
Katie has been amazingly supportive of me doing this race as I qualified for nationals at the NYC Tri and earned a free spot at this race. It is an iconic race called the HyVee Triathlon and I'm hoping to throw down in a major way. But the pressure is largely internal this weekend as the best of the best will be there so I can't worry about where I place...it's all about how I perform relative to my own expectations. Here's to hoping that a rising tide floats all boats. It has been a great season for me (knock on wood) and I'd like to finish it on a positive note.
Hopefully my standard race week issue/dilemma/concern has already occurred as I got stung by a bee on a ride last weekend. It flew into my helmet and I couldn't get it out before it got me. Direct shot to the forehead. No big deal, right? True, except that the swelling got slightly out of control, eventually inflating my forehead and then draining between my eyes. Katie was calling me a "cute caveman"...some other comparisons mentioned:
Luckily, the swelling is completely gone now...fingers crossed that will be it for this pre-race week.
Knowing that I have such a supportive wife and a life-changing experience awaiting me when I get back certainly provides the best perspective and inspiration.


