I always thought people who had training blogs were lame based on the simple fact that no one really gives a shit how far you ran today (or yesterday or the day before) or how sore you are or how much your butt hurts from riding your bike. We all know, it’s a lot. But after leaving my Homeless Adventure blog behind and as my training has been picking up, I’ve realized there are a lot of strange and funny things that happen during training.
Even if no one reads this besides Trevor, that will be ok.
It all started last November when one of my best friends in the world, Sara ,and I both randomly were at Purdue for a football game weekend. We were at Where Else having a beer and she told me she had to wake up the next day to sign up for Panama City, FL Ironman (that’s a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, and 26 mile run). Somehow I interpreted this as I better sign up as well. So I did. Over the next couple weeks, I realized a few things…
1. I don’t own a bike
2. I hate swimming and my former swim team sister has historically teased me relentlessly about my poor swimming form
3. Even though I used to be a runner, it’s been 5 years since I’ve run more than 3 miles
4. I’ve never tried even a sprint triathlon..
So once again, my impulsive nature got the best of me.
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