|iPhone pic Craig took at 2011 IM 70.3 Miami|
Yesterday, my mother (who still lives in Massachusetts) mentioned that she might look into plane flights down here so that she could come to the race with me. I immediately snapped at her "No Way!"
I absolutely love having my parents at my races cheering me on. And they've been suffering through many of my swim meets, and now triathlons, since I was five years old. But coming to cheer me on is one thing...having them with me while I nervously complete all my pre-race rituals the day before is another thing.
I admit it, I am a major nervous wreck and annoying b**** the day before a major race (or pretty much before any major live event for that matter.) I am jittery. I am scared. I am a monsoon of short-tempered anxiousness. Craig (my boyfriend) has come to learn this about me and has now perfected the art of staying the f*** out of my way the day before a race. I get nervous and I snap at people. I get anxious that I won't make it there on time and constantly heckle him about how fast we're driving. Last year, I started off by driving and was shaking so much that Craig forced me into the passenger seat at the very first gas station we passed.
The size of the event usually determines the level and length of my angered mood (noted in the chart below). And, the stress of a 70.3 generally falls somewhere between a Law School Final Exam and the Bar Exam.
Craig, with much learned experience, now knows that the day before a race I need ultimately to be left alone. I'm annoying and I can be mean, But he knows that it's all just nervousness finally bubbling to the surface. And come tomorrow, he knows that I will be back to my old self.
So why did I snap at my mother in that way? Craig and I now have a mutual understanding the day before a race. If I want to stare at a wall nervous for an hour...he lets me. If I snap at him about not giving me preference to the bathroom...he is quiet and lets me by. And, come race morning, I wake up alone to prep my things as he silently gets changed. He quietly walks me to the car where we then ride to the race site in complete tranquility. It's a pre-race ritual that has now been perfected.
|IronTeddy (my only 70.3 FL race supporter this year)|
So, I'm sorry mom. Although I'd love to have you by my side to support me, my pre-race rituals are a journey that I know only experienced individuals, like Craig, are capable of suffering through. So, mom, if you truly understand me, you let me be annoying. Besides, it's not a situation that you'd willing want to put yourself in anyways...