Thanks for all of the support for Ken regarding his marathon yesterday. Sometimes when you go through tough stuff, you think it’s just you – you’re the only one who ever had this happen or felt this bad. You forget how universal our experiences and emotions really are.
Today was a good day because I spooned my new bike.
This bike does not make spooning easy. She is bony and hard (TWSS) and does not put out even though I keep her in the dining room and not the garage.
She does not have pedals. She came without them. Cheap bastards. I am thinking of not putting pedals on. How hard can it really be to ride without pedals? I’m sure I could use rubber bands to strap my ankles around the pedal shaft or something. I said “shaft.”
A couple weeks ago I wrote, “Try something every day that scares you” - Simply as a means of remembering what it feels like to be alive. As a kid, every day was like that. Going barefoot and stepping in dog shit? Scary. Stuffing as many marshmallows in your mouth as possible? Life threatening.
Scary for you might mean going to a haunted house everyday or holding a baby spider. For me it means trying new things. Why are we so scared of new things? It’s never as bad, frightening or ball-busting as we think it’s going to be.
Today I ventured into new territory.
Day #1 of HIM (half ironman) training. I wish it was called “HER” instead of “HIM” but then that would be a Huge Erection Relay, and we can’t have that.
My plan was to do a mini brick (bike then run) with one hour of spin and a 20 minute run at moderate exertion. The spin class was at 6:00 a.m. so naturally I almost talked myself out of it last night, but I didn’t. Shut up and try! (tri! Get it?).
I walked into the spin room and the instructor said, “What are you doing here? You don’t do this. You run.” Little does she know that, in fact, I do do (do do = poop) this. And I did. It was a tough workout and I dripped sweat down my non-existent cleavage and onto my uni-brow. Afterwards, I dined on fruit leather while making my way to the treadmill for a relaxed run.
New/scary thing = Brick workout.
Another new/scary thing = Spin class.
Another new/scary thing = Spin class at 6:00 a.m.
I came home famished and did something else different. I finally put a banana on a sandwich. I know you all have been doing this since you got pubes, but the idea has never appealed to me. Until today. Toasted cinnamon raisin English muffin with almond butter and sliced banana. Oh yea.
New thing = banana on sandwich
I debated hiring a coach for this HIM. But there was this part of me that wanted to do it myself. Because it was a challenge and because I knew I could do it. I’m a good plan maker. I am disciplined, motivated. Really, I am. Plus it’s not like I’m going to win or place in my age group or anything.
I have done SO much reading and research on HIM training. From Friel’s “The Triathlete’s Training Bible” to “Going Long” to millions of online articles and training plans. It is overwhelming enough that I decided to plan only two weeks at a time.
The main things I have learned are:
- I have what it takes to do the training and complete the race. No self doubt needed.
- Do brick workouts
- Try to do each sport three times per week
- Aim for 8-15 hours of training per week
- Work out six days per week
- Add recovery weeks every 3-4 weeks
- Eat on the bike (which is good because I don’t like to eat while I’m swimming)
- The run is the last event because if you shit yourself you are almost done and can clean up.
I like the last bullet point the best, but you knew that didn’t you?
Here’s what I’ve got for the next two weeks. It’s not perfect or fancy (except for the pretty red and yellow). It’s a work in progress:
What I am dreading is the master’s swim. It gives me butterflies. I’ve never done one before.
What did you do that was scary/new/invigorating today?
Ever been to a master’s swim? Did they laugh at you? Did you drown or cry? Tips?