Today was one of those perfect productive days. I have noticed that these types of days have become exceptionally rare. Like, I don’t know how many times in the past two years I have had a day like this. During the moment, I didn’t see what was going on… but I soon realized I could trace it back to gratitude.
Good lawd it was chilly this morning. I went for a swim in the outdoor pool. Apparently, the hardcore triathlon people do not like the pools heated because it does not simulate actual triathlon swimming, and therefore, the club tends to listen to them. I needed a wetsuit. Brrrrrr. Also, my knee was bugging me a little bit this morning,
I feel like a slug since coming back from Australia. But I am back on the train. A slow uphill fat trail. But still, a train. I jogged 4.1 miles tonight on the treadmill while watching “Good Will Hunting.” How ’bout them apples? Sorry. The joke was just there. Had to be made.
Ok. Strike that last comment. I just cancelled our trip to Kona. If I see another airplane, I think I will jump out of it. Sydney was super duper awesome, but that flight is ridiculous. The Kona trip was a joyful flight all the way in economy seating too. No thanks. Maybe next year, Ironfolks. We rolled in late Thursday
I have been sticking to training by walking my legs off completely. I squeezed in a swim and the Sydney Harbour Bridge Climb. I am eating everything that doesn’t eat me. But the exercise is not lacking. Still, I am looking forward to returning home to the routine of swim, bike, and run.
The Expert (my husband) is out of town right now, so this makes for too much time for me to think and come up with big plans and schemes. Last night, I was working on drafting a complaint interspersed with watching You Tube videos of the Ironman Championships. I could not stop watching, so I gave up the legal drafting
I managed a four mile run tonight, which I completely attribute to my head of freshly made red hair. Triathlon hair, that’s what I say! Go ahead, you may laugh now. But you won’t be laughing one year from now. Or ten years. Ha ha! (Okay, I’m a little sleep deprived. A four mile run does not a triathlete make.)
In the book Your First Triathlon, supercoach Joe Friel talks about the importance of never skipping training days and how the level of committment to triathlon has to be hardcore. I understand that, I do. He also says, in paraphrase, that if you just commit to getting dressed and giving your workout five minutes, then chances are you will continue
My spining class is full of hardcore triathlete, Iron-people types and is led by the King of Iron himself, Ironman G. I am definitely one of the worst athletes in the room. This class is unlike most spinning classes that I have attended which are full of pregnant woman and non-sweating blonde ladies. This class is serious. I used to