It's suddenly dawned on me today that tomorrow I am doing my seventh (yes, SEVENTH) triathlon. I am bloody proud of myself. And did I mention that I've done these first seven triathlons in just four months? NO? Oops!
Crikey! I remember going to collect my race pack at registration back at what should have been my first tri in 2004. Sadly, a couple of weeks beforehand I had dislocated my left kneecap for about the 20th time and had to go pick up my race pack, then go home and open it without the thrill of doing the tri the next day. That sucked.
The next year, in 2005, I was all set to give it another go, but got told not to by a bitch of an "orthopaedic surgeon". Incidentally, this surgeon also told me surgery was not an option for me and would only make my left knee worse and I'd never do any sport again regardless of having surgery or not.
So, Mrs Know it All "orthopaedic surgeon", take your stupid opinion and shove it where the sun don't shine, because I'm doing my SEVENTH triathlon tomorrow morning. HA!!!!! Oh yeah, and another surgeon did the op and my left knee has been just like a bought one since 2006, you silly woman!!!
So, tomorrow I'm doing lucky number seven. Three, seven and nine are my lucky numbers - seven being the best. Tomorrow's date adds up to seven. Tomorrow's tri is number seven, and my race number is 333 - which has threes in it and adds up to nine. Whoop-ass!
I'm feeling good. I have a protein shake and a choccie milk to consume before bed. I have to get up at 4am and eat, then jump in the pre-packed car to pick up Packy. Then it's off to Mission Bay, to setup transition, take photos, hang around, then go kick my own butt!
Rock on.
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