This may come as a surprise, but I am not nervous to race Ironman St. George on Saturday. I don’t have any wacky ailments to sideline me, and I haven't had any suffocating freak out moments like I did before Oceanside, 70.3; partially because completing that race drama-free was so refreshing (a reminder that not all races are nightmares) and partially because Ironman St. George is nothing at all like a “normal” race.

It is a course that will reward no one.

**Finishing up my last ride before the race on the Santa Susana Pass last Thursday.**

The swim will be cold, and most likely rough, the bike will be hot, windy, and steep, and the run will be hilly, exposed, and unrelenting.

Except for its gorgeous views, it will be a soul and quad crushing day for all of us, (prepared or not), but I am thankful to be prepared. I honestly do not know how many 100+ mile rides I rode the last few months off the top of my head, but the answer is a nod more than “many.”

**My friends,** **Biscay Coaching** **teammates, and training partners, Jess Zaiss (center) and Lynne Fiedler (right) after finishing our last Saturday ride.**

And I will be running my fifty-ninth marathon.

Although I am familiar with what running twenty-six point two miles feels like, a steady stream of guaranteed (amazing, awful, euphoric) suffering, I believe this one will hurt a little more than most.

**Finishing up a ten-mile run last Sunday.**

Therefore, I have faith that Ironman St. George, 2022 will be a crazy hard day that will test my limits (and life choices) but I know what I am getting myself into, this race is exactly why I stepped up to race Ironmans, they’re supposed to be hard.

I can’t wait.

The song and video choice is a classic from our girl Madonna that captures exactly how I feel about racing another Ironman this Saturday.

P.S. I hit the water at 6:47 AM PST, Bib #3117.