“Sooooo babe, how’z about going to Beaverlac next weekend?” Da Husband looks at me hopefully.
“We could… but that means I will miss my second training ride and I have a lot of catching up to do…”
“Maybe I could go with the kids and give you some me-time?”
And so begins the give-and-take (but mostly taking) of having committed to a race that I’m severely under-qualified for. I mean, I only started running last year, completed my first half marathon this year, I can barely swim, I’ve only just recovered from severe anemia and related health issues that took me out of any kind of training for three months, and now I want to tackle a Half Ironman??? WTF?
Getting by with a little help from my friends
When I decided to – or more accurately, when I accepted the dare to – enter the 70.3 Half Ironman (1.9km sea swim, a 90km bike and a 21.1km run) I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it on my own. First, I’m inherently lazy and need group pressure and somebody kicking my butt to perform. Second, I wouldn’t even know where to start.
A friend suggested I signed up for Embark‘s Half Ironman programme, which I did. Worried about my lack of swimming skills, I spammed coach Steve Attwell’s inbox with questions and concerns, and I even considered pulling out of the training to focus on learning to swim this year and rather race in 2014. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut… as I often do, I decided “what the hell” and signed up for the programme that is just short of six months.
What poor Steve doesn’t know is that he will have to turn
|This…||… into THIS|
So, on Wednesday night we had to meet for our orientation session. I was a little late because I missed the turn-off to the meeting spot, but during the session I had exactly four thoughts:
- Jeez, everyone looks SO fit and serious!
- Why am I the only fattie-in-the-back here?
- Should I really be doing this?
- Steve is going to give up on me within the first month.
We were given quite a comprehensive intro, taken through the gear we’d need and heard a particularly inspirational story of a couple that joined his programme last year and were transformed from slobby couch potatoes into lean, mean triathlon machines. I can only hope it’s true, because they look quite fit and serious too. Maybe I should insist on seeing “before” photos.
Our training officially started this morning with a 6am boot camp. Having done boot camps before, I knew what to expect and was looking forward to a bit of punishment.
Except… I was wrong. It was much, MUCH worse. And just as I thought that I wasn’t doing too badly because I wasn’t dead last, the group split into two and it turned out that most of the people behind me were part of the half marathon training group. Oh dear…
Right now I can move my fingers and I can chew, but that’s about it. Which makes me wonder if I’ll be able to manage the bike ride tomorrow morning!
And speaking of cycling…
I’m a mountain biker. In fact, I haven’t been on a road bike since high school. So when my friend-slash-colleague Adri offered to sell me her road bike, I couldn’t say no. But I’ve been looking at this bike for two nights now, and I still can’t figure out how to change the gears.
Is it sad to Google “how to change gears on a road bike”?
Does a road bike have a granny gear?
Methinks tonight is going to be an educational one, and I can only hope that tomorrow’s ride will be incident-free.
WHAT HAVE I LET MYSELF IN FOR?