Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Semper Ubi Sub Ubi...or not

"Semper ubi sub ubi." A ridiculous Latin phrase that is nonsense when translated literally ("Always where under where") but sounds funny because, of course, in our English "literal" translation  it comes out as, "Always wear underwear." (We all have that snickering 13-year-old boy insides of us, don't we?)

Underwear. Usually, the mainstay of my daily ensemble. Often, there isn't enough of it, and I scramble to get laundry done so I can cover my tush with soft cotton panties before donning the outerwear, as it were.

But, of late, with hours and hours of swim, bike, and run training, underwear has been superfluous. Underwear isn't required and, actually, best avoided under swimsuits, bike/tri shorts, and running shorts. And, so, for a change, my drawers are perpetually full of clean drawers.

This is my brain on ironman.

IMLP is 10 days away. Travel plans are finalized. My tri bike is already on its way to Lake Placid. In the past 30 days, I have swum 25,600 yards, biked more than 552 miles, and run more than 88 miles. I have also had no fewer than 7, count them, 7 flat tires. All in the rear. All within 1 week. (Two different bikes.) On my tri bike, my pedals have been replaced, I have a new chain, my crank has been upgraded to help with the climbs in the Adirondack Mountains.

I have approximately 12,000 more yards to swim, 125 more miles to bike, and 20 more miles to run before I put it all together for 140.6 miles in a single day. My fingers are crossed that neither one of the tires goes flat because I have already paid my dues in that regard...I hope. I packed 5 water bottles, flat repair stuff and an extra tire (tubular), and my bike shoes and gloves to accompany the bike. Yet to be packed are the wetsuit, speed suit (just in case it's not wetsuit legal), helmet, goggles, sunglasses, tri kit, running shoes, and a whole host of other things that just make my head hurt to think about.

In the time I have left before I leave, I would like to have my car washed, get a pedicure, get a massage, have my hair cut, clean my house, balance my bank accounts, paint my house, write a novel...

I think the only thing that will actually happen is the haircut.

Sigh.

In 11 days, it will all be over.

"Nunquam ubi sub ubi."