Jen 1, Wheel 0

This past weekend's workouts were uncharacteristically light in anticipation of my upcoming half-Ironman this weekend. I slept, read, had lunch with my fabulous mother-in-law, saw a wonderful piano recital by Matt's cousin, went to bike shop, went to Target, spent time with wonderful husband, etc.

I also practiced changing a flat on my race wheels. The tires are so darn tight and hard to get off and put back on. Whenever I've needed to do it in the past, I would get Matt to help me when I got stuck. Yesterday, I was determined to do it myself.

While taking off the tire, I ripped a big blister hole in my index finger. I didn't cry. I just put on a band-aid and a pair of bike gloves and got back at it. Finally, success! Then, I had to put the tire back on. You would think that something that was so hard to get off would want to go back on, but not so lucky. I struggled, poured sweat and got a blister on my thumb, but I got it back on eventually. My hands ache, but I won the war! : )

I don't want to have a flat in a race, but I'd like to have the confidence to know that with a little patience and elbow grease, I can change it. Yesterday helped. From now until Ironman (just 47 days now!), I plan to practice at least once a week. Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best, right?