I intended on beginning this blog many months ago and I could never quite find the time. As I sit here with my left foot in a boot, about ten days before what should be my A race, I suddenly have all the time in the world. It's bittersweet. In the time I would normally be fighting the taper, I have no choice but to be sidelined. I know, cry me a river. Trust me, I am fully aware that it could be so much worse.
Let's not get off on the wrong foot. I grew up swimming competitively from the age of nine until eighteen when I decided eating Papa John's Pizza and drinking Zima's were too cool for school. I quit swimming and gained the freshman
I was somewhat familiar with cycling as my crazy Dad was into it and riding 200 mile races. But, wait...triathlon involves running? I don't even know how to do that. Someone suggested I try running for one minute and walking for 30 seconds and repeating for 30 minutes. Needless to say, that's how I started running. I'm sure it was slow as molasses, but I didn't have any fancy watch contraption to tell me the pace; not that I would've known the difference.
Needless to say, I signed up for a sprint triathlon, but before completing it, I had the braniac idea of signing up for Ironman Arizona 2006. This is NOT something I would advise a sane person to do. Yep, it was one of the most impulsive moves of my life and trust me I am anything but impulsive. For the most part, I can't make a decision to save my life, but I am so happy my friend Susie talked me into that crazy adventure. That one race I planned to do has turned into a crazy endurance athlete lifestyle. This is my story.