Crazy, Stupid, or Both?

Last year, the Husband completed his first triathlon.  I watched him train like a maniac all summer long.  I swam a few laps next to him during his training swims.  I biked with him after he completed his 30 miles for the day.  I even ran a few of the shorter runs with him.

On the day of his triathlon, I was his road support, his cheerleader, and his nutritional adviser.  I was thrilled to be there to support him.  But as soon as he crossed that finish line (ten minutes before his goal time too), I was jealous.

I might be crazy, or maybe just a little bit stupid.  But I think I may train for the Fall Creek Falls Triathlon this summer.  It's an Olympic length tri, which means swimming 1,500 meters (just shy of a mile), biking 24.9 miles, and running 6.2 miles.  Gulp.

I can run.  I've completed five half marathons now.  I can knock out 6.2 miles.

I can bike.  I teach at least three spin classes each week and during spring break the Husband and I completed a 35 mile ride through beach towns.












I can swim.  Kind of.  If you dropped me in the middle of a lake, I could survive and swim to shore.  It wouldn't be pretty, but I'd get there.  I can do the crawl, but I can only breathe on one side.  While swimming laps, I often hit the lane dividers, and there's no way I can even attempt the flipturn.  I hate sharing a lane with someone because their splashing makes me choke.  I think I could survive a mile swim in a zigzaggy line.

But all three in one morning???  That's what training is for.

I'm already a little behind.  I only have twelve weeks starting, well, yesterday.  Part of me thinks that since I'm fairly fit already, all I have to do is ramp up the endurance to complete a 3 plus hour event.  The rest of me has no idea if I'm even capable of such a feat. 

So, training started yesterday with a 5 mile run.  It continued today by teaching a spin class and buying my first ever swim suit NOT designed to wear sunbathing by the pool.  Training will continue tomorrow with my first swim since last summer.

Am I crazy, stupid, or both?

Training for the Country Music Marathon

The husband and I started training for the Country Music Marathon in December.  We've trained when it was cold in the past.  But December and January were the coldest months I've ever experienced in Tennessee, and we STILL trained outside.  If it had been up to me we'd have been running inside on the treadmill in front of old reruns of The Gilmore Girls.  But the husband, being from Buffalo, New York, seemed to think that buying two balaclavas gave us no excuse to run inside.  The funniest moment was running in the dark, predawn hours when the temperature was in the teens and looking over to see what looked like white mascara on the husband's eyelashes.

Sadly, we made it through the hardest part of the training and then both proceeded to get running injuries.  The husband is dealing with knee issues, and I got a glute med strain.  So dreams of finishing a full marathon have been set aside for this year.  Although it was hard to put my plans aside, I've been blessed with a new goal.

I'm training with one of my best friends in the world for the Country Music Half Marathon.  It's her first time running this event, and I couldn't be more proud of her.  Running side by side with a good friend, chatting away the miles through side aches and emergency bathroom stops through the windy hills of the running path is just a great way to start a Saturday.

I'm training with one of my best friends in the world for the Country Music Half Marathon.  It's her first time running this event, and I couldn't be more proud of her.  Running side by side with a good friend, chatting away the miles through side aches and emergency bathroom stops through the windy hills of the running path is just a great way to start a Saturday.

And thank God it's finally time to start running in short sleeves!