My body (calf and knee) are healed up. The training has been a little lacking but solid. And today I did my first dry-run (ok, wet) run of the three events in succession to see how it would feel and not be surprised by the results. Went ok. Definitely tricky to hop into a new movement after spending time on another. But I did the event distances and am confident Sunday will be a success.
I was also very fortunate to have my triathlon pro friend Jen Keating assist me last night in a walk through of the race, all the transitions, the courses, and her checklist of what I will need for the day of festivities. Oh man there’s alot to think about. I am used to road races. Show up, run. go home. pass out. simple. This will require multiple towels, water bottles, numbers, markers, bibs, rules of transition areas, and much more I am certain. But I can’t wait!
My heat will be at 7am. They do the age groups at different times so the water is not 1100 people all at once starting. Instead it will be 100.
For anyone hoping to cruise out and join in the cheering section, way cool. I suggest parking across Ingrahm bridge over by The Dana and walking over to the ski beach area since there will be so much closed off. Unless you are coming from the north..then park at Crown Point and walk over ‘that’ bridge
I will clarify with maps and better directions to anyone interested in them.
I promise to post again before the big race…thanks for all the support in my training (Mark Juliano over on the east coast being a big inspiration with his own training).
On an unrelated note, I was in East County today for a dr. appt. I was near a convalescent home that the band and ladies will often times perform at so with a half hour free, I went in, and asked if I could play some music on my uke and sing for some of the residents. After sharing a few songs, I was saying good bye to each resident who came to hear me, and I began speaking with one lady who asked my name. She heard my last name, Graves, and asked “you aren’t by chance related to Jim Graves are you?” I replied “He is my father.” A friend of Jim’s from the St. Alban’s church, she was pleased to have met me and myself very touched to meet her. Nothing is as special as a legacy, and when she learned who I was, she was suddenly so excited to be talking to me.
My dad has a legacy in the East county. Folks know him, be it from the churches he attended, or the El Cajon Historical Society or countless other groups he was apart of. And it is so special, on a day like today, to see someone break into a teary smile, when they find out who I am. As do I.
I am convinced that music is as great a gift to the performer as it is to those who get to hear it.