Two more days until the big day!
I actually have an hour to go before I leave for the airport and fly off to Cebu. This may be the last time I’ll post before I race on Sunday as I expect to be caught in the whirl of activities that surrounds Ironman 70.3 Cebu.
I’m all set. I’ve packed my bags.
Along with the luggage, I’ll be bringing along a whole lot of mental toughness, focus, and some sense of humor for the race. (Hey, I can’t start crying now about jellyfish, waves, and crosswind right? So, um, I figured I might as well just laugh about it! Hah!)
It’s a little over an hour’s trip to Cebu. But, the journey to get to Ironman 70.3 has taken months of sweat, sacrifices, crashes, and tears. It’s also been the most fulfilling months for me when I learned about my own mental and physical strength and where I truly pushed myself to the limits despite my fears. I’ve been fortunate enough to receive guidance from the best coaches around (who I’ll thank in a post next week) and from family, teammates, friends, and even you readers who’ve always been supportive of me. I couldn’t have done this alone! But, at the end of the day, the Ironman 70.3 is a solo journey. As with everything in life, you are truly on your own out there facing your own demons and winning your own battles.
It’s been a long, challenging road just to get here, and, I’ll see how it all ends—or shall I say how a whole chapter of my life begins—after Ironman 70.3 Cebu on Sunday. Until then!