Wow. It’s been a while since I last blogged.
A lot has happened. But more on that at a another time…
This week is it. My first Triathlon is Saturday. I feel like I have put my training in, but it doesn’t feel like enough. With running, I know where I stand. I know what my times mean. With swimming and biking, no clue. I’m just out there. I have no idea how far I can push my body for each event. I know what it can take with running. It’s a very scary thought for me.
With all of this said, I am absolutely petrified that the open water swim is going to cause me to panic and DNF right out of the shoot. Swimming isn’t my strong suit, although, I have come a long way with this training, and feel, given a few more months, it could very well be something I’m pretty decent at.
I went this weekend and bought some sunglasses for the event. Are they as fashionable as my Coach sunnies? Nope. But they are pink and pretty awesome. The nice man at Cahaba Cycles showed me a very pretty bike and I will take donations to be able to pay for it. Geez- what an expensive sport!
I’ve spent the majority of my cycle time in spin class. I am not sure if this will hinder me or not. But I had a ton of fun doing it. We have been up to ride the course and it’s pretty flat, but in doing so, I found out that the run is a trail run– which, I hate trail runs. So, this should be interesting.
I am hoping to finish with a time around 1:30 (Can I put that out there? Because I honestly have no clue how long it could take me.) I am also hoping to not look like a sausage casing in my Tri outfit, because those things are TIGHT. I rocked my tri shorts to spin last night, and let me tell you the LOOKS I got. It was about the same as whenever I wear running skirts up there.
I also decided to wear my hair in a bun, I think. With a visor for the run, which I am not a fan of doing but I’m not going to have much choice. I would expect a ton of pictures, since my step-dad is going and we all know he is a mini-papparazzi.
Oh, and let’s not forget that I have been diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection. So, that’s fun. Two shots in the butt, an oral steroid, z-pack, and a cough syrup and hopefully I’ll be better before Saturday. I don’t think I have ever run a big race and not been sick. I guess my body’s response to nerves is for my immune system to stop fighting germs.
So, wish me luck! Any last minute thoughts or words of wisdom?