More than a few things that have occurred to me during training that have made me chuckle over the past few months so I thought I’d share a few I’ve written down.
- In your car’s cup holders, you have a water bottle (recently emptied or recently filled) and energy gels – GUs and Hammer Gels…and a spare granola bar or Clif bar in your glove compartment. Just in case.
- And also, you have these things in your purse. And your gym bag.
- Your tri team says “Hey everyone, its 47 degrees in the lake… let’s go swimming!” (WHAT?! No thank you!)
- It is 32 degrees outside and snowing sideways. Your friends are cozied up in bed or reading a book and drinking coffee and you are halfway through your 60 mile bike ride.
- Same as above, only 25 mph winds, or driving rain….
- The 1st thing your friends ask you when they see you is “How is the training going?” Because a) they are excited for you; b) they never see you and c) they don’t know what else it is you do these days. And frankly, you don’t either.
- You come home to packages on your doorstep and the contents? Ironman Perform drink mix, Perpeteum drink mix, 60 energy gels, and new running shorts.
- You’re hungry. All of the time.
- You know for a fact that if you swim early in the day and run or bike after work, you will sweat chlorine. Profusely.
- Your laundry piles up three times as fast as you used to and you only have time to do it about a third as often as you used to. You do the math.
- You’re praying that the race day water is at least 62 degrees. (Normal people recognize that swimming 2.4 miles in water this temperature is still too freakin’ cold.)
- You can eat, drink and blow your nose on the run and the bike (and you have to remind yourself not to do the latter when you’re relegated to the indoors).
- It’s super annoying when people talk to you like a sprint triathlon is the same as an Ironman.
- Spring training doesn’t mean baseball, hot dogs and sunshine. It means windbreakers, rain jackets, and beanies and gloves on the bike. And dark ominous clouds and threatening raindrops on the horizon.
Eight weeks to go! How do you know you’re training? 🙂