Thursday, June 22, 2006
One year ago
Steve blogged about how he became an Ironman a year ago today, and it put me in mind of where I was about a year ago.
One year ago...
...I could not run 100 steps.
...I had no idea that Carbon had much more crucial uses that merely being the basis of life on earth.
..I was content to play cheerleader while Husband and Mini-me did their 'triathlete thing,'
...the hardest thing I'd ever done was the physical fitness test in high school, and as an adult was step-aerobic classes.
...I did not by any stretch of the imagination consider myself an athelete.
...I was not aware of the existance of my Rectus femoris.
...I could not swim 25 meters.
...I'd never heard of Body Glide.
...I hated drinking water. I would drink maybe 3 cups of liquid a day.
...I rode my bike up and down the bosque trail, but never up hills, never up hills.
...I did not own a pair of running shoes.
...I never heard of anyone losing a toenail just from running one race.
...I thought the time was past for me to do extraordinary things.
...I'd never heard of sports gels.
But, one year ago...
...I was starting to notice that some of those triathlete people were as big and old as I, and some were bigger, or older.
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