As I am making my transition (put totally intended, haha) from the running world to that of a newbie-triathlete-wanna-be-Ironman finisher, I forget that some of you are strictly in the running realm and don’t venture into the multi sport world. So as no surprise, some of you commented with congratulations on setting my sights towards an Ironman….but asked what the difference was between that and the Irongirl I’m doing next month.
Good question! The difference is something to the tune of 119.08 miles. And a plethora of bright pink. Oh, and some ducks. But mostly…the miles.
IronMAN = 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike ride, 26.2 mile run
IronGIRL = 0.62 mile swim, 17.5 mile bike ride, 3.4 mile run
While maybe they should have gone with Iron”baby” because I know plenty of kick butt GIRLS who have IronMAN status, I’m not going to sit here and argue over a battle of the sexes.
Because quite frankly, Irongirl to me is the equivalent of a day of shopping followed by cosmopolitans at happy hour for some other ladies. In other words: quality girl time, with my kind of girls!!
Ask my mom and she will confirm, I have never really been a girly-girl. I remember clear as day fighting with her every time I had to wear a dress, and if I wore the dress, begging to not have to put the tights on. I hated having my hair curled, or even brushed for that matter, haha. And then there was that traumatizing event where I had to wear mascara for my ballet recital… it wasn’t pretty. And while I wasn’t such a tom boy that I always wore baggy man clothes, I’ve always felt more comfortable in gym class than at a school dance. I will admit that to this day, high heels and makeup only make an appearance on my body maybe a hand full of times a year. People still gawk when I put on a dress or wear my hair in any other style than a pony tail..
So it’s really sort of funny and quite ironic, that my athletic persona as of late has seemed to collide head on with Malibu Barbie.
Running skirts? Yes please!
Sparkly sweat proof head bands? Don’t mind if I do!!
If it is offered in a hot pink version, I will take it! Nike frees, spi-belt, even this very blog.
I really don’t know how to explain it. One theory is that I went from being one of 3 girls in a house full of estrogen, to the only girl in a house of 6 boys (that’s 3 humans and 3 cats. Oh and a beta fish, he’s very manly and territorial). I’ve got to find a way to let my femininity shine through in this house full of testosterone. But since smokey eyeshadow and Prada purses aren’t really my thing, I show off my girl power by running a half marathon in a tutu.
But all things bright pink and sparkly aside, there is something really kind of exciting about an all female race whose mission is to empower women toward a healthy lifestyle. A race that includes women from a full spectrum of athleticism… professional triathletes to first timers who once never even fathomed they’d compete in a triathlon. High school girls to grandmas, and everyone in between. Moms, sisters, Aunts, girlfriends. All there with one goal, all there to encourage each other. I’ve heard it’s an amazing experience, and I can’t wait to be a part of it.
Needless to say, my hesitation from the recent lack of training has given away to excitement. I’m very much looking forward to a girls weekend with one of my best friends in the whole world ( my sister Holly). We will giggle, gossip, shop (at the expo), talk about boys (husbands and kids a like). And we will also sweat, show true strength and determination, and totally rock that triathlon course.
No boys allowed!!!