|living room transition area|
Sooo…I’m doing a triathlon in the morning.
Why didn’t I mention it sooner? Because I didn’t know I was doing a triathlon until, oh, 10:30 this morning.
I haven’t swam since March.
I haven’t biked since May.
I run here and there, but nothing like I should be.
But…it’s a free local race, and if I don’t do SOMETHING to kick start my 70.3 training (race day is now 12 weeks away) I will be utterly screwed. I’m desperate. I’m reaching. I’m taking it as a sign. So I RSVP’d yes, and told everyone I was going before I could change my mind or back out. It’s been said, now it must be done.
You see, I’ve unfortunately and successfully used this technique before. I like to call it the “suffer through a race and you’ll be scared to show up untrained ever again” technique. (Only, the “ever again” clearly has a shelf life). Myrtle Beach half marathon 2009. I was about 4 months post partum, and hadn’t run a lick since baby Kain was born. But of course, being stubborn and having paid for the race (and not wanting to break a streak) I showed up. I got my a$$ handed to me, hated every second of it at the time. But then…a few hours later, basking in the incredible DOMS (not so much “D”) wearing my new medal, I realized that horrible performance relit the fire I was having a hard time motivating myself to do. I ran and trained hard that spring.
So now, even though the race is 14 hours away , I already want to barf I’m so nervous. But there’s no better time than now. Mama needs her mojo back, BAD.
12 mile bike (open to traffic)
3.1 mile run
|Channeling my amazing sister’s good tri vibes with the “Super Star” cap she gave me. She’ll be racing Vineman 70.3 tomorrow!|
I could use any and all virtual cheerleading, cowbell ringing, and prayers to the swimming biking running powers that be. This is going to be brutal. And probably, brutally funny. Here’s hoping I can keep my sense of humor through it all.
Here goes nothing!!!