I am currently sitting in a hotel room in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, prepping for another half Ironman this weekend. It feels a little unreal given that last weekend, I was out on the Olympic peninsula on my fully loaded mountain bike with Komorebi.
The weekend before a race is supposed to be all about rest; certain schlepping camping gear up and down trails, and then hiking 2 miles awkwardly carrying bike bags to a campground counts as rest, right?