Separation Anxiety

Baby Blue is gone.

My bike, my friend, my companion for many solo rides over the past 9 months is now at a bike shop in Philadelphia awaiting transport to Madison.

I dropped her off this morning at the shop and was literally shaking when I handed her over to the bike tech there. Suddenly, the Ironman became very real. It's almost here.

Driving back home, I realized that the race has now become all-consuming. I can hardly think of anything else.

I already miss Baby Blue. I hope she has a good trip. Would it be too much for me to sleep with her pedals under my pillow?