So I made a big purchase a few weeks ago...
|I was told I must name her|
And just this week I signed up for my first of hopefully many triathlons. On May 10th I will do a sprint triathlon, partly indoor (the swim). I will swim 250 yards (a much shorter distance than most sprint triathlons) then bike 9.3 miles (slightly shorter than most sprint tris) and then I will run 3 miles (a typical distance). I have a bike and helmet. I have shoes to run in. I will decide soon what to swim in.
This is in 8.5 weeks. EIGHT weeks! I'm panicking. Before my dad died I just began a 20 week training routine. Then, well, my dad died. And I fell off the wagon. Then I signed up for a race that was SUPPOSED to be on May 31 but got changed to May 10 in Marlboro MA (or is it Marlborough?). All of a sudden I feel underprepared. YIKES.
This will be my first of 3 major races this summer, I'm planning. I suspect I will also try to do a few of the low-key weeknight races also. I'm excited. I'm nervous. I'm excited.