Much to Meg's delight, I am FINALLY attempting my first triathlon in 15 days. Yikes! Between work, the kids, and trying to build my base for my September ultramarathon (did I mention that? Double yikes.), I haven't trained as much as I would have liked for the swim portion. Still, I know I won't drown, right? RIGHT, MEG?
(While this will be my first triathlon, it's not exactly my first foray into the world of multi-sport competitions. I actually registered and trained for the Wahine Tri several years ago. I was pretty devastated when an algae bloom caused the lake to close the day of the tri, so I did a duathlon that day: run-bike-run. I love love loved it.)
If there's one thing I've learned through all this wacky training--whether running only or swim-bike-running--it's that it's critically important to have a job that allows me to train during lunchtime and a spouse/co-parent who is as supportive as mine. I'm super-fortunate that I have both a flexible job and a workplace that includes fancy dressing rooms with showers, and I'm even more fortunate that Wife regularly does stuff like picking up the kids from daycare tonight so that I can go run for three hours after work.
I'm also beyond lucky to have a sister who pushes me to do new sporty things--like in 2003 when she basically forced me to do my first 5k race--despite the fact that neither of us appeared to be athletes-in-the-making when we were kids.
While I'm on a roll listing things that make me feel totally lucky, I'm psyched that my race buddy, Elliot, will be racing with me--well, way ahead of me--and that Meggie is coming to help me set up my transitions and generally not freak out nor forget critical things. And, of course, my awesome wife is bringing our awesome kiddos so I can run (*cough*hobble*cough*) toward their smiling faces at the finish line.
So, I will attempt the Pine Hollow Triathlon on June 5, and share my race report as soon as I've recovered. On the bright side, it's a small, beginner-friendly triathlon. (No joke, only 43 people did it last year.) On the not-so-bright side, a small field makes it much, much easier to come in dead last.