It’s time to come clean. I’ve been cheating…on running.
Really, if you think about it, this was the natural progression of things. First, there was running. Just to lose baby weight right? No big deal. But then came racing (you know, just for fun) with which I fell head over heals in love with. The desperate need to get faster led to some cross training…swimming, biking, a random hop on the elliptical machine.
Then there was a du. But a relay, A RELAY people. Nothing more. I was the runner, my dad was on the bike. But somewhere a little seed was planted. The same one the gets me every time. It starts out with “You know, I think I can…” and ends with me crossing some unexpected finish line (well, unexpected in the sense that if you would’ve asked me a year earlier I would have laughed, not unexpected as in “oh hey look, what do you know? I just happened to cross a finish line! Thank-you for that medal and bagel).
This time it was, “You know, I think I could’ve finished that whole duathlon myself” (although it would not have been nearly as much fun without my Pops of course). Shortly thereafter, (I think. It could’ve been right before the Du too. Long day. Brain’s not functioning exactly right.) a fellow running mom blogger posted about her first triathlon (stupid motivational blogposts ;-) ), which was followed just a couple of days later by a random postcard about the Iron Goddess Triathlon which had among other races a mini sprint tri:
1/4 Mile Swim. 10.7 Mile Bike. 1.5 Mile Run.
All distances on their own I’m fully capable of, but together hmmm…. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then my mom told me she wanted to do the duathlon at the Iron Goddess and that was pretty much that. I mean, now I had a partner in crime. Besides, the race director specifically gears this event towards newbies. I figured I could at least give it a shot and see if I could finish.
Now, I haven’t necessarily been hiding this from you all. Take one hop over to my calendar and you’ll see that race on the agenda and it’s been there for quite awhile. I’ve also been chatting about it a bit on the Daily Mile. But I’ll admit, I wasn’t exactly excited to bring it up in a blog post. The run, of course, I feel I’ll do fine (except for the super bizzaro legs I’ve discovered you run with after you bike, but that’s a post for another time).
As far as the bike goes though, I’ve been a little concerned about my balance. After all, I haven’t been on a bicycle (stationary not included) in nearly 8 years back on my honeymoon and that, my friends, did not end well. I ran into a parked car. Literally.
Then, there’s the swim. Now technically speaking, once a week I swim a 1/2 mile in a pool, take a break, then swim another 1/2 mile. So, a 1/4 mile should be a piece of cake right? RIGHT?! (this is the point where you yell through the computer screen, “oh absolutely Kelly, you’ll have no trouble at all on race day!” Thank-you very much.)
But, you see, a pool has walls every 25 yds that you can take a little break at while you turn and push off. And a pool also has black lines painted on the bottom that you can easily follow to stay on course. Now, you might on a busy night, get one or two people in your lane, but in the lake at the tri I’ll have hundreds all around me with no lane lines to prevent all the waves they create from choppying up my waters and making my swim much more difficult. And furthermore, there’s no seaweed in my pool. Maybe in others, but not in the one I swim at. I am NOT a fan of seaweed. Nor am I a fan of fish (unless it’s on my plate). I dread seeing them on my swim and I CERTAINLY DO NOT want to be touched by either one. Or by anything else (other swimmers included) for that matter. So you see my problem. It involves drowning and also me being a sissy. Sissy drowning if you will. Not common, but also not impossible.
So I figured, I’d keep this little endeavour to myself. Make sure I survived and then tell you all about it. Maybe.
But I can’t wait any longer. I’m having a blast on the bike. I’ve got these funny “brick” (bike followed by a run) workouts I’m dying to tell you all about. And today I survived my very first open water swim!
Yep. That’s me. Horrible tan lanes. My bathing suit’s totally crooked (that’s how fast I swim baby!) But no, those aren’t horrible bags under my eyes, though I am super tired since I swam the 1/2 mile course instead of the 1/4 mile course by accident (I was supposed to head for shore at the fourth buoy, but forgot to count the first one. Oops! Guess I know I can do it now though huh?). Those would be goggle lines.
I survived the people, survived the waves, survived the seaweed (is it actually called seaweed if I'm in a lake rather than a sea?), even found myself a little rhythm on the 2nd half mile so I can spot where I am AND swim at the same time. My goal was to swim 1/4 in 12 minutes or my out there reaching for it if all goes wonderfully goal was to swim it in 10. Then do it all over again. I ended up swimming the 1/2 mile in 20:40 instead and decided to leave it at that. And yes, that would be my I’m feeling totally accomplished look.
So that’s that. And now that the cat is out of the bag. I feel we can go forward here, honestly and productively in our relationship. I sincerely hope you will not judge me too harshly for keeping this little secret. Know ultimately that I love running no less. My heart has just grown to include a place for swimming and biking too. Besides have you seen my arms? Look at that picture again. They could use a little more swimming. Don’t you think?
P.S. Tomorrow: First Review Crew Review – Lanacane Anti-Chaffing Gel vs inner thigh chub rub. Are we walking around funny AGAIN? You’ll have to stop by to find out. PLUS: Giveway will be announced and who doesn’t like free stuff?