Holy shit – the Iron Girl triathlon is less than 2 weeks away. I had totally let this slip off of my radar and slacked on any sort of triathlon training during the summer. That whole triathlon club thing I was doing at the end of June? Yeah… totally stopped doing that.
Biking? Eh, not so much.
I’ve been so engrossed with marathon training that I completely stopped doing anything related to triathlon training (although I guess I could argue that running is sort of training for the triathlon).
I participated in a mini triathlon workout in the beginning of July at Gunpowder State Park and it went terribly. I panicked about 25 yards into my open water swim because WTF – I couldn’t see a gd thing in the water and I was being molested by sea grass.
My amazing marathoning/triathloning friend suggested a mini triathlon workout on Sunday with just the two of us (we can make it if we trrrrryyy… don’t pretend that song didn’t just pop into your head). I was hesitant about how poorly I would do but my friend is a great motivator and she encouraged me when I needed it and stopped when I needed it. All in all – I swam 1000 yards (Iron Girl is 1100 yards) with small breaks every 100 yards. I didn’t panic despite being attacked by sea grass again. Seriously – that sea grass is out of control. At one point, I had a wig of sea grass on my head. Insane.
We biked 8.5 miles and I got to use her fancy road bike. And holy hell – there is quite a difference between her competitive bike and my old lady bike. I can’t believe I thought I’d be able to race with my cruiser?
And then we ran. I wasn’t prepared for how jello-like my legs would feel after the bike ride and oy. I had planned to do an easy 2 miles. I could only do 1.
My friend suggested a bike/run workout this evening and I truly hope I don’t die.
The rest of the day on Sunday was spent with me complaining about how I couldn’t possibly move and yet was so hungry. Annoyingly – Jeremy did not interpret that to mean that he should pick up or cook some food for me and feed it to me. He is so selfish sometimes. Gah!
But I guess its good that I got this out of the way, right?
I read an interesting article this morning about how dreaming can affect my performance. So – if I dream that I can do it, I’ll be able to do it. Is there a way to force this dream into my brain? I can’t even sleep these days let alone dream. Come on brain – let’s visualize me being awesome.
Anywho – I realize this is probably a boring post to anyone that doesn’t give a crap about triathlons so let me see if I can chat about something else.
POOP! It is honestly one of my favorite topics. I found myself having a hilarious conversation last week in the microwave area of my office building with a manager about how beets can be quite traumatizing after a meal if you don’t know what to expect. Are you guys catching my drift here? Beets are a very deep crimson color. Eating lots of beets can cause interesting results later. Catching on yet?
I was happy that my friend warned me about this before I consumed a beet salad awhile ago because I’m pretty sure I would have called 911 to tell them that I’m shitting blood only to have a bunch of EMTs tell me I’m an idiot when they realize that I’ve eaten a bunch of beets.
