Oh, What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Last summer, in a fit of "yeah-I-can-be-buff-if-I-want," I signed up for the Tinfoilman Triathlon here in Tucson. That would be an 825 meter swim, 12 mile bike ride, and 3 mile run. All on the same day, one right after the other. Um, yeah. This triathlon thingy is only about two weeks away (Oct. 28th is d-day). Although I have been training, I think diligently, I'm now having some doubts about my ability to survive this trifecta of torture. What was I thinking? I'm not worried about the swim, 12 miles on a bike isn't really a big deal (on an extremely flat course), and I hit the 3 mile mark in my running training last week. But, put them together, and oy, WHAT WAS I THINKING? I can't back out now either because everybody and their uncle knows I'm signed up for this thing. I am just going to have to tough it out. Moses might have to peel my poor, limp body off the asphalt to take me home. And then hook me up to an IV of carbs. Maybe an IV of pancakes. Perhaps I can make it through if I focus on what an unbelievably big breakfast I will be justified in eating afterwards.
This weekend I'm doing an "Aquathlon" which is the 825 meter swim followed by a 3 mile run as a sort of dress rehearsal. The Aquathlon happens on the same course as the triathlon. Hopefully this will be an encouraging experience and not a preview of horrors to come. Wish me luck.