I’m back to training again (though, like I said at the end of the year party for Wheelworks, it doesn’t feel like I’ve stopped at all). I don’t mind it. I was so focused on running for 2-3 months that getting back on the bike and back in the water feel so different and new. Coach Steve has some really fun workouts planned, even though right now he calls them kind of boring/lame. I don’t think they are (again, I’ve been off the bike for a while, so even an hour at pretty easy with some 30s of max effort thrown in feels very, very hard. And incredibly rewarding afterwards). Watching Indiana Jones helps a bit, and has given me the mantra that is the title (but not the subject) of this post.
The Wheelworks party… ridiculousness. Such an awesome group of people, such good beer, good food, dancing (I don’t know that I can put the good adjective in front of my dancing). I’m glad that Anne and Mike convinced me to join (which was as hard as saying, “Jordan, you should join”). It’s funny how network effects work… I’ve met so many awesome people because I made that decision (which was just a small decision in a string of other decisions… oh butterfly effects).
I’ve been stressing a bit lately. Announcements for Team Rev3 are going on now at a pace of one a day. I am friends with a bunch of people in the running (myself included) and I am nervous for all of us. It’s a highly selective process and to be this far down the line… I am humbled. Of course, I’m human and I’ll be disappointed if I don’t make it, but it’s not going to change anything about me or about next season. I’ll still race in Costa Rica, I’ll still race Quassy (both Rev3), and I’ll probably race Old Orchard Beach (also Rev3). I’ll race the small local events, volunteer some, try to get moar faster. I’d love to race under the Rev3 banner, but there’s a good chance I won’t be picked, so I can’t go basing my season and preparation next year on that.
