My sister left me a hilarious message today. She called to share her thought process on the triathlon we’re doing together next month. It had to do with not knowing what to wear for the race and thinking she should check with me about this. Then it dawned on her that maybe she should also train for the race. So she called me to check on that too. Just last night I’d been gazing at some photos of myself crossing the finish line of the Vineman years ago and thinking that maybe I should get something new to wear for See Jane Tri. My thoughts were based in vanity, hers in practicality.
What came out of our conversation is that we’ve both started training- or at least preparing- for the race. She’s doing a regular boot camp which gives her gym access so she rode 10 miles on an exercise bike and followed it with a 3 mile run. I ran 6 miles pushing Baby A in his Bob. He was antsy for most of the run so we stopped to say hi to the buffalo, checked out the turtles piled on a rock in the green pond (he wow’d appropriately when I pointed them out), watched a crane and some construction men removing tree branches, practiced the C! D! song (which now finally begins with an A & B ) and sang “Sheena”. It took me over a week to figure out what “sheena” meant but I finally realized that he was saying “clean up”. I sing the clean-up song to him all the time and now he sings it regularly as well- usually while taking books off the shelf or knocking block towers over.
Along with the running in small bits that I’ve been doing, my preparations for the race are as follows: crossing my fingers that the swim will be fine (my pool has been closed for 2 weeks but I did manage to swim in our aunt & uncle’s 10 meter backyard pool last weekend- back and forth for 1/2 hour meant tons of flip turn practice!) and reasoning that if I’m commuting 6 miles each day on my not-as-fast bike I should have no trouble at all riding the necessary 12 miles on my fast bike. The rest I’ll leave up to adrenaline and sheer willpower.