That's what Dr. O'Kane said in the few seconds between the needle first entering my knee and when it was all said and done.
Talk about a nonevent. Thank goodness. He was sweet and I was a wimp. I am tough enough to swim 2.5 miles, ride 112, and run 26.2, but a slim little needle reduces me to a quivering mass of goo.
"You're shaking," he said, touching my shoulder reassuringly. Yeah...it's my low resting heart rate, hypoglycemia and aversion to needles. Oh, and I haven't had my coffee yet today. We joked about how heroin addicts only like to shoot themselves and fear needles from anyone else. Talk about irony. So I sat and read People Magazine and tried not to cry.
I emailed coach Phil (see photo and keep your eye-candy comments to yourself) asking that he manage my expectations and set me up with a re-entry strategy for the week of 3/30.
I am flying to Bismarck, ND in the morning to be part of a work thing of Mike's. I don't think there are triathlons in Bismarck. I think there is a pastry named after it, tho. I hope to swim at the Y. People say that it's like going back to the 50s. Will my Speedo Endurance suit cause a scandal? (I hope so.)
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