Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Tri Me

My triathlon is less than two weeks away now and I had an awesome run-through of the course this past weekend that was immediately followed by one of the worst runs ever in my life on Monday. I mean, it was seriously pathetic. I went to bed on Sunday night with visions of crossing the finish line and shattering my goal. I went to bed on Monday night with ice on my decrepit knee picturing myself tripping over my own shoe or riding my bike into a parked car and exiting the race in an ambulance.

Let me make one thing clear here before I go on – I am not a tri-athlete. I don’t sprint. I am chubby. I have no grand illusions of winning this race or even coming in the top ten. I do not, however, want to come in dead last. Giving up and letting the 250-pound, 60-year old man pass me up is just not acceptable.


That said, my ‘run’ on Monday was more of an incredibly short jog. I would like to blame it on the fact that I was running with my roommates dog and my iPod shuffle would not cooperate and play any good running songs for whatever reason, which is weird since I only have running songs on there, but it was a gorgeous day out and I started on a nice downhill stretch and if anything, the dog was helping my momentum, so it should have been a much better work out. I am going to try again tonight without the dog and with some minor music tweaks, so keep your fingers crossed!

3 comments:

NAME: Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

If you need help with the music tweaks, might I recommend Queens of the Stone Age's first record? It's the best work out album of all time in my estimation. That and Air Supply.

tfg said...

Damn it. I thought this would essay expounding the many virtues of trisexuality.

becca said...

I often picture you tripping over your own shoe or bike riding into a park car, because that is just funny. I had a friend one time who was checking out some guys doing some construction work and she actually walked into a pole! What a Lo-HO-SER.

xoxo, b