This post was originally going to be called “First Day of Triathlon Training” followed by “First Two Days of Triathlon Training” followed by me not writing because it’s Christmas vacation and the kids are still home which means instead of writing I’m out bowling.
I thought my training was going to start the second week of January because in my mind I’m still on holiday mode but Suzanne surprised me by starting my training this week! My very first day was 50 minutes on the spinning bike which was super fun! It totally reminded me of that time I gave birth without pain meds.
To make it even more fun, Suzanne added in something called Tabata which is super intense exercise followed by a short period of rest, super intense exercised followed by a short period of rest, and so on. Translated, Tabata is Japanese for “this is going to make you throw up.”
After the 50 minutes on the bike I was supposed to immediately hop off and go for a ten minute run. I made it three minutes before I had to stop. *See this is going to make you throw up, above.”
Day Two was on New Year’s Day so Suzanne made it easy for me with a 40 minute run and lower body plyos. About 20 minutes into the run it became clear our definitions of easy are quite different. Also, it was New Year’s Day, as in I had been out the night before and wine was involved. Possibly some Gangnam Style as well.
Day Three was running with interval training which on a normal day wouldn’t have been bad but I couldn’t move my legs due to the plyo from the day before. It’s hard to run when you can’t move your legs. Hard and painful, but as I found out, not impossible.
And now I’m onto Day Four. Basically for the next 198 days I’m working out six days a week with my day of rest being Saturday. You know what that means, right?
Friday night is officially wine night.
p.s. As much as I’m all hurty I’m so glad I have Suzanne to guide me through this because she’s able to push me harder than I would push myself. With her help there may possibly, perhaps, conceivably be an Olympic Distance in my future.
Maybe.
You are a stronger woman than I! Plus you have extra “awesome” leftover to write about it and share! Amazing! Thanks for the laughs and more power to you as you go on your journey!
You are an inspiration!
I feel less like an inspiration, more like a person who is afraid to pee because her legs hurt too much to sit on a toilet.
You were so on my noodle Monday when faced with a beautiful day and two markers. One said left, take the blue pill [2.8 km], or right, take the red pill [7.6 km], on the Lost Lake snowshoeing trails. Sharon nudged and said take the red pill. Almost three hours later I emerged sweaty and smurking from the forest, limped through the village into a hot tub [with DH who'd been skiing], then had a shamefully early steak dinner with a huge Cab, watched the fireworks of 2013 and fell immediately into a deep blissful snoring slumber. It’s hard, but it’s always more satisfying to take the red pill.
This comment made my day – thanks Alison!
Go on with your bad self!! There is no way I would have made it 2 seconds if wine was involved the night before!
You’d be surprised at what you can do when you’re held accountable
You continue to inspire me and make me laugh. Thanks for that.
I’m equal parts hurting for you, glad it’s you not me and envious that you have someone pushing you.
You’re welcome to join me
Thanks for the morning laugh! Sorry you’re all hurry but at least you still have your sense of humour. Oh and wine!