So yeah, I guess it only took me 7(ish) weeks to make it to that point where, when I’m asked “would you do it again?” that I’m not like “well, maybe, but definitely not next year.” I suppose I have my answer now, haha.
7 weeks to get to that point is definitely a slower turnaround than Ironman, as I usually go from “not again” to “sign me up” in less than 8hrs with an Ironman, but still… progress.
2) Speaking of, as much as I enjoyed all the trail running I did this summer, it did make me realize how much I love the variety of triathlon. In the last month I’ve probably spent more time in the pool and on my bike than I did all summer long, and well, I’ve liked it, a lot. Like, a lot a lot.
The combo of swim, bike AND run are good for my soul.
3) I’m getting back into a bit more structured training regime as I start to look ahead to IMCdA.
Of course, that means getting back into the morning routine and heading to the pool before daylight breaks. This morning I swam in a near empty pool [amazing], forgot a towel and had to dry off post-shower with my sweatpants [hilarious], and followed it up with an early arrival in town and a leisurely stroll to Habit.
Not that I don’t go there often, but let me tell you, that first sip of a Habit americano after a swim workout is one of my favourite things. I’m not sure why, but something about swimming makes it taste that much sweeter (and not in the sugary sweet way, but in the amazing tasting way).
"Once it hits your lips, it’s so good!" – Frank the Tank
4) As for the bike, I mentioned before that I’ve been commuting by bike a bit more frequently over the last little while. I know that there aren’t any ‘no drafting’ rules in commuting, and that people are free to do what they like, but holy-hell do I get pissy when people sit on my wheel.
Allow me to rant about one such situation…
A couple weeks ago a guy (who was clearly very fit and probably way faster than me) sat on my wheel for a good 10k. I slowed down to let him pass, and he slowed with me. I sped up to try and drop him, and he stayed glued to my backside. Then, at one of the stoplights we hit, he stayed so far and awkwardly behind me that I couldn’t actually say anything to him (you know, like stop being a dick).
Anyway, as I said before, I’m aware people are free to do what they like while commuting, and drafting isn’t the huge no-no that it is in triathlon, but man, I still think it is flippin’ rude!
So, Mr. Drafter, at the very least, maybe take the lead from time to time and don’t make me do all the work. Let’s work together, mmmkay? Maybe we could even be friends. Maybe.
Phew. That feels better to get that off my chest.
5) And finally. This.
[The whole tumblr is actually pretty great, and while it is ultra-specific, I could relate to a whole heck-of-a-lot of it].
One more day until the long weekend ~ Happy Thanksgiving my Canada peeps!
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