I heart training

I really enjoy training for the tri. I get outside, I get to spend time with my honey, I get to meet new folks, I get to challenge myself, and perhaps the best part it just feels good (physically, and mentally). This stuff rivals therapy in its effectiveness.

Sure training buddy and I are getting up just as early (if not earlier) on Saturday. But there is always a nap involved later in the day. Plus tri training is something different every weekend-- new route, new activity (biking, running, etc), so I'm not experiencing some of the boredom I felt training for the marathon.

Today is Wed, swim day with the team. Seriously, I feel like a kid again. The former lifeguard in me yells, "don't run!" But I can't wait to get into the pool, to smell the chlorine, to feel the water between my fingers and toes. All day I'm squirmy sitting in my cube wondering, is it time to go to the pool yet. Luckily, my inner adult intervenes and says, "no, not yet. But lets' blog about how I feel."

As a way of training, and a way to avoid my not happy public transit commute, I have biked to work twice. Originally I was really scared that the high traffic roads with suburbanites in their SUV's would run me over. {They haven't come close yet.} I feel so smart, because my commute on 2 wheels doesn't cost $3.50 a gallon, and it takes me just as much time to go just as far (ten miles one way, takes me between 35 to 45 minutes).

Last week I signed up for the Danskin Women’s Triathlon in Pleasant Prairie WI. The event is to raise support for a really great breast cancer organization. When I filled out the entry form it asked some really odd questions, like is this your first tri? (Yes). Are you a cancer survivor? (Who wants to know? Yes!) Because I answered truthfully (which, I sometimes hesitate to do with a big C question), I will get to start in the second wave of the race! It’s a privilege that I probably won’t ever get again, but I think some of those big time tri ladies may just swim over my butt!

For those who like to remind me that i am proofreader not a proof reader, this quote sums up my job, and my feelings about it. (but hey, it's paying the bills.)

Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable felicities of expression.
- Amos Bronson Alcott