I went out to the brewery last night with several friends and after I had a couple in me, everyone started talking about triathlons and sprint triathlons Let's start by saying that I am absolutely not an athlete... The girls were talking about fun sprint triathlons and pretty soon we had all made a pact to do Tri For the Cure in August. Wait... WHAT?! Did I seriously just agree to participate in a triathlon?! Oh, boy. These girls are relentless, too. There is absolutely no getting out of it. I love them all dearly - they are great friends - but I will be held to it.
I will admit that I'm really, really glad to have Cindy to help me figure out how to train for this thing. She's a triathlete. For Pete's sake... She's done an Ironman. Me, on the other hand? I am the most awkward-looking runner there ever was, I have terrible knees and I don't know how to swim. I'm not worried about the 11 mile bike ride. But doing an open water swim? Nightmare. Learning how to run and run endurance? My knees and hips hurt thinking about it.
I was on the Tri For a Cure website (because what else was I going to do when I woke up at 2:30am?) and you can register as a relay team, which would mean I could bike and run, but could find someone who actually liked to and was good at swimming to do the swim. A part of me wants to do it to prove to myself that I can, but a bigger part of me is terrified of swimming and always has been and knows that I cannot swim... Let's be honest. "Swimming," in my world, means short-term doggie paddling until I get back to the end of the pool where I can touch.
It's 4:15 am, I'm wide awake and I've been finding couch-to-5k training programs online and summer 5k's that are close to home. I figure if a triathlon is a 1/2 mile swim, 11 mile run and 5k walk, a 5k and some time at the gym on a bike (until I get my bike fixed) are probably good starting places. I also figure I should never have a few beers and talk exercise ever again. Ever.
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