This week brings both the last day of freedom and the first day of the next seven and a half months of my life. In other words, tomorrow begins Ironman training.
I'm not so worried about tomorrow, per se, as it is actually a swim on my own (as long as no one actually sees me drowning, it's fine). I am however, slightly worried about Tuesday (my first bike class) and Friday (my first swim class with the group [and with the potential for 16 other people to witness my drowning]). If my 13-miler yesterday was any indication (although, admittedly, the hacking cough didn't help any), I am in for a bit of a challenge to get back into shape this next month or so.
All fears aside, however, this is the beginning of a long journey of my own choosing. I'm excited to push my body to new limits, meet new people, and to become a better cyclist. At the same time, I'm worried about managing my time both at work and at home, and getting injured (I mean, with running I usually just have to worry about overuse, with biking I also have to worry about my own clumsiness [yikes]).
All that said, we'll see how I feel come next Sunday, but the schedule doesn't look that punishing for the first week at least. I'm sure that I'll be singing a different tune soon.
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