I’ve been wrestling with the idea of whether or not I want to push into a new race distance or just stop training, stay in shape and run the occasional race. Both options appeal to me for different reasons. After my April half marathon I decided I would take the month of May to “hang out” in a sense. My workouts were solely dictated by doing whatever sounded good that day. I told myself that by May 31 I would decide if that was my summer plan or if I was going for something bigger.
I knew I’d do a triathlon this summer because I think they are fun and because it would be a good way to shape my workouts. If you’re training for a triathlon you have to do all three disciplines: swim, bike, run. It’s a great way to mix things up in the exercise department. The big question in my mind was whether that triathlon would be the fun sprint distance or a bigger challenge.
I spent the month of May wrestling with the idea of this bigger challenge. I talked to people who have done it. I borrowed a road bike to test. I swam a mile with no rest to see how it felt. I held plenty of “what if” discussions with people in my life. I did some research. I looked at training plans. I waited until the end of the month to see how I’d feel.
Yesterday, I registered for my first Olympic Distance Triathlon: 1500 meter swim, 24.9 miles on the bike and 6.2 miles of running. That’s 32 miles altogether. I’m a little nervous, but in a good way. I’ve set a training schedule that is certainly going to be a challenge, but I’m ready for it. I picked an event that seems to be a good size and good venue. I officially started training yesterday.
There will be a day when I’ve reached the limit of what I can convince my body to do. A day where the thought of an intense training schedule will turn me off. Today is not that day.