so uh...
right. well.
when we last left our heroine (me.) she was (i was. its going to be impossible for me to write like that.) preparing herself for certain death in one shawnee mission lake park.
since then, she has...
found out what its like to ride a bike in a diaper.
experienced her first "brick".
swim 600m in a very gross lake.
cursed many times that her legs don't have more OOOMF to get her up hill after hill.
and, last, but ever so far from least...
quit contemplating and straight up COMMITTED HERSELF to this triathlon.
because.. y'all.
i.
had.
too.
much.
FUN!!!!!
i don't know what i'm doing. i'm highly intimidated and in complete awe of the people surrounding me. i think there's a damn good chance i'll come in last. i may quite possibly be the least in shape looking person out there (seriously? do any triathletes have more than 2% body fat? i felt like a beached whale. i'm just being honest. that was this former fatty's nightmare come to life. i'm not gunna lie.) but, all that being said (and felt...)
i loved it.
i absolutely loved it.
the scariest part became the easiest part, and the part i thought i could do became the part i'm a little worried about, and for some reason all it made me do is want it more.
so. outside of the obvious... that i basically RULE out there and was pretty much BORN to do this..
i need your help.
if you thought i knew nothing about running (and i didn't. i still don't) then welcome to my knowledge free world, baby. triathlon is a whole 'notha ballgame and i do NOT know the rules.
here's the deal with my tri.
its a baby tri. a try a tri, if you will, with the short course (the one i'll be participating in) being only a..
.3 mile swim
11.75 mile bike
3 mile run
but it's a massive death defying feat in my world and to say i'm not scared would be a lie.
at this point, i probably don't know enough to know what questions to ask, but this is what happened..
i swam 600m in the lake/biked a 4.5 mile loop and didn't die.
that was the highlight of the evening.
i did, however, manage to veer myself so far off course at one point i was actually at such an angle that i straight up t-boned some other dude and caused quite a stir as i couldn't figure out how i even got into such a situation.
kicked so much i thought my legs were going to fall off and after mentioning it to my quasi-coach chick found out, oh... well.. you're not supposed to USE your legs when you swim.
right.
because that makes a whole hell of a lot of sense?
so then spent the second lap around the buoys attempting some sort of strange version of legless doggy-paddle that ended up a poor mans version of the butterfly.
(don't even ask. it was ugly.)
spent at least 10 minutes in the bathroom taking off my swimsuit and attempting to pull on my diaper-lined biking shorts that i realized i'm pretty sure i definitely don't understand the whole transition from swim to bike theory, because that was just stupid, it was so ridiculous.
almost fell off my bike at push-off because the diaper part of my shorts got caught on the saddle of the bike and if it weren't for my cat-like reflexes it would definitely have been a bad situation.
and, of course, wanted to cry as i spun my ass up, up, up, up the hills and cursed my way down down down the other side as i'm not used to going so fast and please dear god don't let me hit a rock.
but i finished. somehow i managed to make it back to my car in one piece.. and i finished.
and for some crazy reason, i can't wait to do it all over again!
heh. go figure.
so, i have six weeks.
lets see if i can't get a little better at this whole thing, shall we??!!
(and oh. by the way... i have a date tomorrow! because, you know, i don't already have enough going on in my life. i thought i'd be a good time to throw a new boy into the mix.
good times right?
always an adventure in a.maria town!)
