Well I’ve just completed a week worth of training for my “may never happen triathlon” and I have come to a couple conclusions:
1) All of my bikes are trying to kill me. The road bike just doesn’t seem like it should hold my “beautimous” body. But it does! I still feel like I’m going to topple over and crash into a car resulting in my painful death. My cruiser bike, on the other hand, is going to kill me via heart attack. Seriously, after riding the road bike for a year, the cruiser takes so much more effort. It only has 7 gears and I am constantly struggling to make it go. How in the world did I go 15+ miles on this thing before the road bike? I must have been in better shape. The route I biked last night is one of my favorites (7.5 miles through town) and I can normally do it in 35 minutes. I took me 50 minutes last night…and I had to pedal…the…whole…time. I seriously want my road bike back from DJ. (She is borrowing it for a road race she is doing in a couple weeks…she called me Monday to ask how to shift…LOL I guess I forgot to tell her. Oops!). And my mountain bike is in desperate need of a tune up…the brakes still don’t work well. I wouldn’t even consider taking it out. I can see it now…going doing the hill by Lion’s Park and my brakes fail and I run into a car…died.
2) Running is really overrated. I don’t understand why some people are so happy when they run. They are strange or mental, or both. How could you like it? I dread it every time I go out and I’m still stuck on walk 5 minutes, run 1 minute. It is more like a shuffle than a run but I’m moving faster than walking and according to Eric that is running. I feel good afterwards but getting there isn’t fun. I managed to walk/run for 3.25 miles. That is 3.25 miles further than I did last week so yay for me. But last night I started to get pains in my shins again…ARGH my stupid shins.
3) Why isn’t the swimming longer. I love swimming. I could swimming for an hour and still get out of the pool and go for a bike ride. It is by far my favorite sport. I’m not fast but I could hold my own in a race. It is probably my fastest event out of the three sports.
So if I were to plan my own triathlon it would be ½ mile swim, 10 mile ride and 2 mile run. I would walk of course with a little jog…or shuffle thrown in there.
Last night I did my first, what we in the triathlon racing world (LOL!), call a “Brick” work out. I biked for 7.5 miles and immediately ran (walked and shuffled) 2 miles. My “transition time” was 2 minutes. I basically dumped my bike in the garage, grabbed the iPod, slapped on my GPS running watch and out the door I went. There are two transitions in triathlons. Swim to Bike and Bike to Run. The bike to run, I have been told, is the most difficult. I believe it. After dismounting my bike my legs are like Jell-O and to immediately start running is hard. But I did it.
I wonder if I keep blogging about this training if I would be more inclined to keep it up…probably not. You have been warned you 4-5 loyal readers…whoever you are (and thank you for reading) that I’ll probably be yammering on about my training.
Week 1: Swim = 1600 yards; Bike = 16.8 miles; Run/Walk/Shuffle = 6 miles