It’s an adjustment to be in Coeur d’Alene and not be a participant in Ironman. I’ve spectated Ironman Canada a couple of times before, but this is my fourth trip to Coeur d’Alene, and it’s the first time I won’t be out there on Sunday. I’m not sure how I feel about this.
On the plane, I picked out a handful of participants – people in Ironman visors or shirts and people carrying Ironman bags or backpacks. Even with the 100+ degree temperatures we know are ahead, I felt envy creeping up in me. I envied their intensity, their leanness, and the chance they have to cross a finish line in just a few days.
Since we arrived in Coeur d’Alene, I’ve been distracted by the darling home we’ve rented. It’s across the street from the one I normally rent, as that one was booked by the time I decided to race. So the area is familiar, but the house is something else. The yard is a garden and has inviting furniture scattered all around, including a chaise lounge made from pallets. The interior is artistic and minimalist. There are no “sets” of furniture, but everything is made of wood and works together. And the kitchen? The counters are cutting boards, and the cabinets open upward. Dave and I have decided that we’d totally be friends with these people. We’d love to find ways to apply what we see here back at home.
We spent part of tonight planning out the next few days. We’ve planned a boat ride, dinners at some recommended restaurants, a hike, a visit to some art galleries, a farmers’ market, time with a dear friend in Washington, and a quick visit to the Ironman Village for kicks. And of course, there’s the race on Sunday. We’ll be spectating for sure. And while we do, I’ll do my best to enjoy the day rather than think about what could have been.
Who am I kidding? It would be easier to just race.