Well it has certainly
been awhile since my last post, as Mark keeps reminding me. It’s not that I haven’t been thinking about
the blog, it’s just that I have been thinking about different things for the
blog in lieu of writing posts. Over the
past several months I have truly enjoyed blogging for the few of you that read
it, and once the triathlon (actually half marathon and really after the wedding)
is over I’m looking forward to taking the blog in a different direction (and
hopefully gaining a few more followers in the process!) – but more to come on
that later.
In terms of training,
it continues (to go on and on and on and on…I swear this triathlon is never
going to get here!). I haven’t done as
much in the lake as I’ve wanted and am always full of excuses – waves are too
high, just not feeling it once I get in, my goggles suck – things like
that. On mornings when Mark and I decide
to go to the lake after work I just feel a sense of anxiousness all day wanting
to get what is coming after work over with.
As a result I’d much rather swim in the morning, but with the designated
swim spot being decently far away and not all that easy to get to it is just
not possible (unless we’d want to be in the water at 5am so we’d still have
enough time to get back home in time to get ready and make it to work on time,
so no thank you there).
Last Thursday was one
of those days where we had planned to go swim after work. At about 4pm I get a text from Mark that he
was going to have to stay at work longer so I was on my own. Given there is always someone else swimming I
thought I’d go anyway because I really wanted to do the 750M loop so I would be
more confident in the water to get the mile down (which I plan to swim either
this week or next Tuesday at the final open water swim clinic of the
season). I’d also just received some
new goggles in the mail and wanted to test those out in the water. My eyes are too close together or something,
because I have serious goggle issues.
One eye seals perfect and the other one is a flood every time. It’s incredibly annoying. This is my third pair of goggles, so
hopefully these work. Third time is a
charm, right?
Unfortunately, I did
not get to try out my new goggles last Thursday. I went to change into my swimsuit after work
before heading to the lake and what-do-you-know (?), I forgot it at home. All that anxiety for nothing! As frustrated as I was, I decided I wasn’t
going to waste the day and opted for a run once I got home instead. Mark was going to run too, but knowing I
wanted to go farther than he would I went out on my own. I don’t know when I decided I was going to
just go for it, but somewhere along the way I thought I might do eight miles –
and I did! It was incredible feeling to
know that I could run that far without even stopping once (well maybe at a
stoplight, but that doesn’t really count).
The strangest thing was
that it wasn’t even that challenging to me.
The first couple miles were rough, but once I found a rhythm it was
pretty easy to keep going – although I was happy to be finished! It especially got easier once I crossed that
four mile mark and could turn around and head for home.
I must say, though,
that my legs (and arms, even!) were a bit sore on Friday; but a good kind of
sore at least.
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