Seeing as how the pack-mule training (Baby on my back) didn't quite pan out, I chose another tactic. Early morning wakeup! I actually rose before my alarm this morning (totally
I didn't first glance at my stopwatch until after 1 minute, 51 seconds. Progress from Saturday! And I picked a route in and around the subdivision that was fairly flat, so as not to shoot my wad on the first day and thus render myself crippled for the rest of the
And here's my oh-so-deep-and-meaningful thoughts from my first morning run:
1. I can see why marathon runners shit themselves. I'm just sayin'. Although they probably don't eat decadent double chocolate cake at a baby shower and then wash it down with wine the night before a marathon...
2. I also see why the runners' legs are stick straight all the way from thigh to ankle. Because chub rub would be a strong deterrent to running 26+ miles straight. Trust me.
3. And am I the only one who gets wigged out and imagines myself in scenes from Silence of the Lambs (I'm envisioning a dilapidated van coming towards me with the anthem "American Girl" playing in the background...) when running at 6am on a deserted road? Are you with me on this?
4. And finally, time to get serious about actually participating in a triathlon. That's 3 events. Running (3 miles): I can manage. Biking (12 miles): Umm..I don't own a bike or any biking gear (as in HELMET or spandex [physical shudder at the thought]). Swimming: I have no place to actually prepare myself for a 1/2 mile swim. Oh, those pesky details! I'm doing it, dammit!