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I’ve got a lot to discuss today, and all of comes right back to one thing: my butt. Let’s begin, shall we?
1. Slow running kicks my butt.
Now, let me just say, I am but a meager wanna-be at this point. I am still in school learning the ways of the body. I have only half-ass trained my way through my 4 marathons. When it comes to 5k’s I get lucky, but for the most part, I don’t know what I’m doing. Coach Jeff on the other hand, has been coaching athletes almost as long as I’ve been alive. He’s an ex elite with more degrees and certifications than I can count. So when Coach tells me to do something, I do it. When he tells me that running slow now will make me run faster later, I believe him. Even if it feels like the most counterproductive thing I’ve ever done. I believe, deep down, this is gonna work, and make my first triathlon totally kick booty. Heck, even Mark Allen agrees, and he pretty much owns this sport, right?
SERIOUSLY you guys, when do you get used to this? I’m sorry but these padded tri-shorts are a joke. Kind of like someone throwing me one of Rowen’s arm swimmies if I was drowning in the ocean. Thanks for the well meaning gesture, buuuuttt….I’m still drowning.
When I bought my bike, I tried out a couple different seats. I chose one specifically designed for women, with a groove in the seat that the bike shop guy assured me would prevent my lower extremities from going numb (preventing pinched nerves I’m guessing?) That’s nice and all, and I’m sure some day I’ll appreciate it, but for now, a numb leg would have been a welcome distraction from the bruises I now have in the nether regions.