I now will have the pleasure of finishing TWO, count 'em TWO half irons at a record slow pace. And, as I've mentioned before (or maybe I haven't,) the best thing about being nearly last is that all your teammates are fresh and rested and give you a rousing cheer when you come in.
My new motto is, "Give me enough time, and I'll finish anything." I'm hoping to beat 7 hours on each.
I was thinking that all my training for these half irons was going to be AWESOME for slimming down this fall. Let's face it; I could stand to drop a few. I'm not just saying that in a dysfunction, neurotic sort of way. I'm realistic. I weigh 162 pounds, and I can stand to lose, oh, about 12. Twelve less pounds of my big ass to haul up and down those hills outta speed me up, ya think?
However, Runner's World is one step ahead of me. In the September issue they have an article about how you shouldn't pair dieting with training.
Curse you, Runner's World!!!!! How do you read my MIND???
Now, I would like to share with you the reason that I embarked upon all this madness to begin with.
It all started with a picture of me in the yearbook of the school where I teach. A picture taken in January of 2005. I steadfastedly avoided cameras back then, which is pretty handy if you tend to subscribe to the Holy Church of Denial, but as a club sponsor, I was duty bound to have my picture taken with my club, so now my fat hugeness survives in about 1500 yearbooks scattered throughout New Mexico and eventually, the US.
Are you ready?
Are you sure?
Okay, here it is.
Remember, I warned you.
Scary Psycho music wree! wree! wree! wree!
195 pounds is a whole lotta woman.
In any case, it got my butt in gear.
Tomorrow, I'm going to write about what I've learned in the past year. On September 16th, I'll do the Cotton Country Sprint, which in 2005 was my first triathlon, EVAR. I have some things I've learned in the 17 or so duathlons and triathlons (yes, I am that insane) I've done since then that I want to share.