T Minus One Month
In exactly one month I’m going to be swimming a half mile, riding my bike 12 miles, and running/walking/crawling 3 miles. Crazy? Maybe. Determined to lose weight? Absolutely!
I’ve been working out twice a day for the past couple of days, and then my training partner went out of town. Here’s my real test: can I work out as effectively on my own? Hopefully.
When I was 20, I did the Fat Tire Classic with my dad, which means I rode my bike from Frisco to Breckenridge over a mountain pass and then back the next day. To understand the accomplishment you’d have to see a map. To get ready for it I rode my bike 15 miles every day after work with a mountain ride on the weekends. I hated it, every minute of it. I’m not an exerciser by nature, it’s a chore. I loved how I looked, I had awesome legs, but if it weren’t for my dad, I wouldn’t have done any of it.
What I’m doing in one month is going to be a million times harder than that, and I’m 18 years older. “Why do it?”, you ask. Well, I need a goal, and a date, and a life. I’ve said from the beginning that I don’t necessarily WANT to do a triathlon, I want to be ABLE to do a triathlon. Big difference. I want to be in the kind of shape that I don’t have to train for a year, I could just do it if I wanted. And not always a tri, but a half marathon maybe, or a 10K where I’m not dying the next day. And, more importantly, I want to be a better example for my kids.
I guess I’d better stop blogging and get moving. Pray that I don’t drown on August 2nd.