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Friday, April 1, 2011
Tri, Try Again
So tomorrow I am 'doing' a triathalon. It's just a sprint -- don't be too impressed. I signed up months ago thinking that would give me a little extra boost before the IronGirl Sprint Triathalon at the end of the month. I'm not much of a biker, cyclist... whatever. Last October Danny and I did a 30 miler in Sun Valley a week after the SG Marathon. My running was what saved me. My butt thought it would never be the same... even with one of those cheesy foam seat covers for losers. I haven't been outside on a bike since then. I know it's usually the swimming portion that makes people nervous for tri's; but I was a swimmer growing up and through most of High school. You can get away with a lot through form when you're swimming less than a mile. This is not the first time I'm attempting such a challenge. More than 10 years ago, armed with a serious case of exercise addiction, and an adventurous whim I attempted my first Sprint Triathalon. I trained on a mountain bike, only swam about 3 times in the 3 months prior to the race AND made a decision at the last minute to use my 10-speed from my childhood as my official race bike. I was so nervous I was going to lose a chain (thus why I had trained on the mountain bike), that I did the whole thing in the same high gear.... But catch this: I won my division. The caveat is that there was also a 'pool walkers' division. And I think some of the walkers passed me on the bikeride and the run...but they didn't swim. So different divisions... and, ha! I am reigning champion. Turns out tomorrow morning there is no pool walkers division... so I'm not really expecting to come home with the gold. PS. There is something wrong with my paragraph "enter" key. Apparently it is out of com-ish.
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