Coeur D’Alene would be my second attempt at breaking 3:30. I
was cautiously optimistic about my prospects – with a few days to go, I was a
little stiff (from inactivity no doubt) but my hip was feeling better and my
hamstring issues while not great, were not too bad. For the first time in over 7 years I would
have my family with me for support.
Frankly, I was not sure how that would all pan out but in the end the
race would prove to be almost perfect.
We headed over to Spokane, WA where Ty’s grandmother lives
as it is only 30 minutes from Coeur D’Alene and we could tie in a visit to
celebrate her upcoming 90th birthday. We left Friday evening along with the
gazillion other people heading East for Memorial Day weekend. Each minute in traffic eroded the minutes
available for sleep that night. As I drove at a snail’s pace and fretted over
it I realized that this weekend would be as much about my ability to give up
control over the situation at hand.
