Pre Race Drama - Tattoos, E Coli and Missing Bike Racks, Oh my! - Buckhead Border Part 1
The previous day my dad and I went to an informational session about the event. Some of the communication up to that point had been a little sketchy, so it didn't surprise me when where I thought the meeting was going to be was not the correct place. My dad and I made a mad dash to the actual meeting place and fortunately didn't miss much. One of the first topics of discussion was the fact that they had tested the bacteria levels in the Ohio and in one place it was normal, but in another place it was not normal. It was quickly followed by a statement that they believe they had a false positive, but it was up to us whether we wanted to swim or not. I laughed to myself in my head. I had been training wholeheartedly for this event and a little bacteria was definitely not going to keep me from participating in the swim.
Semi-jokingly, I leaned over to my dad and said, "Don't tell mom any of this."
He nodded in solemn agreement.
The rest of the meeting was a bit hum drum, but I was glad that I went. I felt much better after hearing a lot of things I had already read in the informational packet.
Later that evening I made energy balls and lay out all of my necessary items for the next day on our kitchen table. After I wrote a blog, I decided it was time to go to bed. Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep. I was awoken around 3:20 (more like 3:23 to be exact) by the sound of a car in my neighbor's driveway that was running and what seemed at the time like endless doors slamming. After a time, I fell back asleep, or at least I think I did because I had dreams.
Dun dun dana dun da dun da. The marimba was playing on my phone. It was too loud and too early. I looked at my clock and it's bright red light said, "4:45." The last time I got up this early was during my breast feeding days and then it wasn't by choice. Resisting the urge to hit snooze, I turned my alarm off and noticed as text message from the Buckhead Border Challenge. It directed me to my e-mail to find out information about e coli in the Ohio River.
"Splendid," I said to myself as I flipped to my e-mail. I quickly located the communication, which in short told me that they had tested the Indiana side for e coli and it was normal, but they tested the Waterfront Park side in Louisville and it was higher than normal. The re-iterated it was my choice on whether I participated in the swim or not, but they were not cancelling that portion of the event. I kind of scoffed at the e-mail. They wouldn't get me to back down from the mighty Ohio that easily. I had an assuring feeling that this is what God wanted me to do and I would swim that day.
I got up and took a quick shower, even washing my face. It kind of seemed silly at the time considering I was going to be swimming in muddy water in a few short hours, but it helped me clear my mind for the day. When I was done I expertly fixed my hair so that it wouldn't come undone during the swim or the bike portion (and I wanted to look cute, even though I read a blog that said you shouldn't worry about that). I quickly got dressed and made my way into the kitchen so I could eat a nutritious breakfast before my husband, my dad and I headed out.
My planned breakfast consisted of a banana, blueberry, spinach, coconut milk smoothie paired with a bowl of oatmeal with blueberries, vanilla and cinnamon. I couldn't taste anything as it went down with my mind so focused on the day. As I was eating I remembered I need to apply my temporary tattoos with my number. I quickly grabbed a wash cloth and drenched it, sticking on my first tat. I looked at it's bright shiny black letters, outlined in white. It was for real now. I applied the second tattoo on my other arm and realized it looked a little strange. It was upside down. Crap. I hastily googled out to get ride of temporary tattoos, raced around the house to find rubbing alcohol and eventually got the upside down 235 rubbed off of my skin, laughing the entire way. This is totally something I would do, I said to myself. I was as clumsy as most girls get. When my husband came in the room I had him quickly write the number on my arm with a permanent marker.
|The night before I laid everything out on the table before I went to bed.|
|And made a list, checking it twice.|
|Me sans make-up at 5:15 AM|
|The Louisville skyline at 5:45 AM|