What I don't know is what's next. The original plan was to sign up for the Silicon Valley Olympic Tri, but wow, I don't think I'd survive a swim that's 3-times as long as this. I have six weeks to get my act together, and it would be pretty intense. I'm not positive that's where I want to spend my energy right now, so... yeah, I dunno.
Yeah. About that. I started asking around for private open-water swimming lessons, finally got a lead, who never returned my calls/emails. Now with only 5-weeks to the BIG RACE, I'm taking this as a cosmic signal to back off.
I've always joked that Triathlon was only 25% actual athleticism but 75% time management skills, and the sad truth of it has knocked the wind out of my metaphorical sails of motivation. I'd already given up weights and yoga to make time for all that cardio, and I was facing backing off the cycling to make more time for the additional swimming I needed, the sport I liked the least, or getting up at 4:30am to get it all in... and on Bike to Work Month and when I just got this shiny new mountain bike? Oh HEYULL no. I now understand why Triathletes only seem to hang out with other triathletes.
Instead, I'm throwing in the cold wet towel and toasting to everything I have learned to get through Wildflower. It was not time wasted, but it's now time for other things.
I spent a day in the gym throwing iron around and today am hobbling around like a wounded lawn ornament (hi, my conditioning is GONE). Super happy to see my shoulders pop out again: this girl's got a sleeveless wedding dress to look good in! The fun stuff is back on the schedule in pen, trail runs and hot yoga and date nights.
I'm all for pushing boundaries and trying new things, but let's face it: life is too short to dread your workout.