I halfheartedly thought about a tri in my 30’s pre-kid then ditched it the first time I got shin splints (read, my 3rd run). After that, I focused on teaching Jazzercise, then picked up a road bike and decided that training for century and mountain rides was going to be enough of a challenge.
So anyway…a friend of mine started racing triathlon last year and at the end of the season started poking at me to consider doing one. At some point, I caved and signed up for a sprint (750-meter swim, a 20-kilometer bike ride and a 5K run.) in mid-August.
Where I’m coming from in each sport:
Swimming - At the ripe old age of 13’ish I completed the YMCA swim lessons through Shark. I was asked to be on the swim team and hahahaha, hell no.
Running - In high school, I ran track for 2 years until lacrosse decimated our track team (thanks a lot East Coast prep schools). In my short stint as a high school athlete, I was a sprinter, firmly refusing to run anything more than a 400m race. My coach was fine with that, he had other (better, faster) runners to train, so I did my own thing. My own thing included running hurdles, because hey, might as well make it more complicated!
Biking - Got that in bag.
1 week into the training program:
Running - sucks, and I’m being forced to take it easy because I got shin splints (right on cue).
Swimming -I know people who do triathlon for the first time and aren’t swimmers freak out about the swim. I’m one of them. I. Am . Going. To. Drown.
Biking - Got that in bag. In fact, I’m going to attempt to climb a mountain on my bike at the end of July for good measure. Stay tuned for that…
There’s 7 weeks left.
This is my life now.