In the 11th hour, so to speak, I got cleared to race the sprint or do the Olympic if I promised not to do the run. In my conversation with DW, prior to receiving an answer from the race organizers about switching distances, I had to promise that if I did the Oly, I would leave my shoes at home. He didn't trust me to not run unless it was somehow impossible. There is a reason why he is a good coach. He is well aware of when I might try to be crafty and nips in the bud.
In the end, they are allowing me to switch, though given the late notice, I will have to wear my Olympic bib and use my rack spot in the Olympic transition area. That might be a little weird but I'll manage. I keep telling myself that so soon after being a little broken, I won't be racing it. I'll just be running it. Save the race effort for Galveston and Dallas. I just keep on telling myself that... Yah. Sure. Really.
It is about 40 hours until showtime and the race nerves have shown up right on schedule.