Adapted from Triathlete Article Our two kiddos were around the wee ages of four and five during the year I tackled my first Ironman in Couer d’Alene. Now, I don’t recommend trying to do the insanity that is Ironman training with a four and five year-old, a full-time job, and all the responsibilities that come with life and being a
Ok. I am out. O-U-T for the duathlon. This head and chest cold has made running impossible this morning, and I do not want to bonk out completely on Sunday and fall into the land of discouragement. Plus, last night when I was laying out my gear for running, I could not find my Garmin watch. Well, it finally turned up.
This weekend was my son’s third birthday. I knew it was bound to be full of excitement, and Momma needed a good workout before the festivities commenced. I set my alarm for the crack of dawn, ready for an early morning spin class with Ironman G on Friday. I rolled over, looked at the clock and bolted awake. I realized I
I said it once, and I’ll say it again. The best advice I have stumbled upon regarding my triathlon dream is: do not worry about how bad/fat/silly you look while doing it. Man. I received the link to the professional photos from last weekend’s triathlon. The sheer sight of me in the run to bike transition is almost enough to make me quit. I
Post-tri joints and muscles. Holy cow. Everything hurts. So I Googled “post-race workouts” and found a bunch of message boards about how a “sprint tri is like a light workout” and therefore, “you should not need a post-race special workout.” Oh, and my favorite was posted by a guy who said that he did a light, recovery ride of 50
Today was my first sprint triathlon. The Douglasville Last Chance Triathlon was a Run-Bike-Pool Swim format, so it was a good starter tri. I woke up with sore knees and a gimpy feeling left hip, but I ignored the twinges completely, did some crazy affirmations about sound mind, sound body and by the time I arrived in Douglasville, nothing hurt. I set out with two goals,
Tomorrow is the my first tri race. For me, however, it’s not a race. Rather, tomorrow is a huge workout that I pray to complete without heart attack, major embarrassment or split pants, and hopefully, in under two hours. I am so excited.
I slipped into psycho and paid my registration fee for the Douglasville Last Chance Triathlon. The interesting fact of the matter —– the Tri takes place this Sunday. As in two days from now. I ran a 5k race last week (at the pace of an injured turtle, mind you), so in my mind, I am prepared to do a sprint tri