Panic? What panic?

Who was panicking? Not me. You know why? I had a plan. A plan so great, a plan so awesome, a plan of pure genius that there was no need to panic.

An email to the wet suit buyer at my favorite triathlon store, Trisports, and I had not one but two wet suits hand delivered to me. Yes, I said hand delivered. How’s that for customer service? Now the problem, and it’s a good problem to have, is which of these kick ass suits do I wear?

Or as the Blacksheep asked “Do I go with this” Nineteen Frequency “or do I go with that?” Blue Seventy Helix

But the news only gets better. I ran yesterday for four miles. While the first 3 minutes I thought I might need CPR, for the next three I was thinking maybe just O2 flowing at 4L/min. Finally after a few more minutes I convinced myself that I probably wasn’t going to die on the treadmill. The good news was no hamstring pain. Did I mention what a pain in that ass that was? Literally? This morning I woke up and knocked out 7.1 miles with just a small twinge 32 minutes into my run. It never got worse and wasn’t noticeable by the end of the run.

The downfall of having such a genius plan, is that now I’ll be that guy. You know, the guy you see at a triathlon who has 2-3 of everything. I’ll have my old Blue Seventy Helix as a just in case suit, the new Helix loaner suit and the Nineteen loaner suit. I’ve already packed three front wheels in the car. Since it might be raining, I’ll have all my rain kit with me. So now it boils down to making the drive, not forgetting my USAT card again, then showing up race morning and playing Paper Scissors Rock with myself to choose a suit and then actually racing.

But for now, it’s off to the trainer since it’s raining. Netflix sent me the last season of Weeds. I’m about to watch a few episodes and bang out some intervals on my bike.