I’ve got less than 24 hours to go until my very first triathlon. Of course they say you never forget your first and I’m counting on that. I’ve gotten over my jitters for the most part and am just ready to get ill.
No, no, no I don’t mean get ill in the vomit-poop-your-pants kind of way, I mean it in the Ad-Rock, Mick D, and MCA way. You know…the Beastie Boys way.
Typically before a race I look for some inspiration. Being that I’m a pop-culture junkie it normally comes through some cultural medium. For my last marathon it came by way of Quentin Tarantino’s Bride from Kill Bill. But for this triathlon, for some reason, I keep hearing the Beastie Boys in my head.
They keep saying stuff like “It’s time to get ill!” and “Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out. What-wha-what-what-what’s it all about? Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out! Let’s turn this motherf*ckin’ party out!”
Well ok then Beasties! That’s what I shall do tomorrow. I’m gonna get ill and turn this mutha out!
Wish me luck peeps. Hopefully on Saturday I can tell you all about my body movin’ and post race brass monkey celebration.
Good luck and have a great time!
Good luck! I know you will kill it.
good luck! u will do great!
So what you are trying to tell me is that you'll be illin' (Run-DMC).
Good luck this weekend!
No sleep until that finish line!
Oh man, we we're seperated at birth! I love me some Beastie Boys!
Have a blast and kick some tri bootie!!! I'll be cheering for you out here in Cali!
Good luck!!! Can't wait to hear about it!
GOOD LUCK!!! Rock it!
Rock the house BoB……….
Good luck! Kick some butt 🙂
Word…Good luck tomorrow!!!
Pshah! You don't need "luck". You're prepared! Go kill it!