Two weeks ago I had a momentary lapse of sanity and decided I would train for and race in a sprint
triathlon at the end of August (1/2 mile swim, 12 mile bike, and a 5K on the end). Peer pressure got the best of me, I suppose. Many of my girlfriends in my ward train for and compete in these races, and after going to see them race and take pictures for them, I just couldn't stand it. I just can't let them be so much cooler than me any more!
So I've joined the club. The club of 30 somethings whose
metabolisms just aren't what they were when they were 20 somethings, and need some motivation. Add in a child or four and there you have it, I need to workout more. Busting your booty just to work it out just isn't really very fun, but training for a race has been really fun! (especially with friends) I'm
learning to swim and I've already gone 4 1/3 miles in the water in two weeks (I'm kind of proud, can you tell?). I never liked lap swimming before, but now that I'm really learning how to do it, I'm loving it. It's my favorite work out day. Bike day is my hard day. My legs are weak sauce.
I'm sure I will regret this decision (like at about Mile 8 of the bike), but so far I've had a lot of fun trying to get ready. 5 weeks to go. 24 workouts left before the race. Oh, and one baby to get on a bottle by then. Heaven help us if she decides she's hungry and I'm just hopping off my bike. :) Maybe we should be wishing Gordon good luck? (love you hunny!)
Anybody else want to join the club?