Well, well, well. In just 77 days, a mere 11 weeks from today, the 48th annual Minnesota Ironman® Bike Ride begins.
It is not a triathlon, which is good, because my running and swimming skills are nowhere near good enough for a triathlon.
It is not a race, which is also good, because I can’t say I have ever been able to sustain a race pace for longer than, oh, 3.14159 seconds. Going downhill. With gale-force winds at my back.
It is still winter where I live, and I don’t have the appropriate bike or clothing for polar vortexes and blizzard conditions. Fortunately, I have a variety of options for training indoors. Indoor cycle classes (a.k.a., spinning—wool and magic lasso not included), stair climbing machines, elliptical machines, treadmills, etc.
Unfortunately, I find myself having difficulty thawing out winter’s inertia.
Early January I decided I was long overdue on losing a few pounds. Fifteen for sure, preferably twenty. I made it a solid, steady two. Yesterday’s, scale said they were back after six days. Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Yesterday, I decided to get off my lazy rump and play Dance Central 3 with my son. There is a reason I don’t dance, and the game’s periodic replay feature reinforced that in spades. But I was moving. Until a painful calf cramp put an end to my poorly done Frederick Austerlitz impersonation.
But, I still have 77 days, a whole eleven weeks to prepare for the ride. I will be ready for the Ironman’s century route!