When it starts to come together...

A lot of preparing for RAAM is hard. I'm tired. I'm worried. I'm exhuasted. I have bad workouts. I'm worried about money. I have no balance in my life.

But sometimes, it really feels like it comes together. These are some short and fleeting moments, but when they happen, they are so good. Like, really really good. As in, the world is right good. As in, almost above myself good.

I have a couple of these moments in the last week.

First, Dani and I rode the Tour de Pike. It was a windy day, and we rode hard, and we were fast.  We were together for the entire 100 miles, and it just just right. Just hard enough, just challenging enough, and we both felt amazing about it at the end. I felt good about my own riding, and I felt phenomenal about my race parter. She is incredible, and I have total faith in her.

This week has been exciting with our fundraising. It seems like we might make progress. We are feeling some faith that we are going to make it. Things are happening.

I feel like my nutrition is coming together. I am getting leaner without starving all the time. I feel like it is finally in sync with my training. After some experimenting, I know that this is going in the right direction.

My next moment was this morning. I had a really tough time waking up. I just couldn't get up. The alarm was terrible. But, since this is my life, there isn't really an option. I get up. I get on my bike. That is just what I do, whether I want to or not. So, I dragged myself to my coffee pot and then on my bike in less than 10 minutes. I did my 10 minute warm up, and then dove right into the serious meat of my workout. And it was great. I killed it. It worked. Knowing that I can go from dead sleep to pumping out some killer watts in such a short period of time gives me faith in myself.

So, this morning, after my workout, I got into the car, cranked up the music, and grinned the whole way to work--knowing deep in my soul and my entire being that we ARE going to do this.