Hey! I’m back!
I know it’s been, well, a month, but you see I’ve been busy. I picked my whole entire life up, changed almost everything a girl could possibly change, and moved it all a thousand miles away. To Houston. In August.
(I know, right? Am I crazy? Maybe. It’s pretty damn hot here.)
Since this blog is about my training I won’t go into the particulars of what brought me to the great state of Texas, (though Megan is convinced I should write a book about it) I will tell you that I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Ever.
Anyways, onward to training! Since it’s a million jillion degrees here in August (no really, the thermometers say ‘million jillion.’ Really.) my pace has suffered substantially since I hit the ground. I’ve taken to doing tempo runs and speed work on the treadmill, because, frankly, I can’t hold pace worth a damn when the heat index is already 90+ degrees at 5 am before the sun is even up. It’s getting better and it is cooling off, but those first couple weeks really made me feel like I wasn’t a runner–just some lame poser drenched in sweat. I had an 18-miler shortly after getting here that hurt worse than my last marathon. No joke. I just keep telling myself suffering in the sun could mean that a cool day in Chicago (like I like ’em!) could mean verrrry good things for me come October 10th. Here’s hoping.
Since I’m a glutton for punishment and I’ve recently taken to, um, starting all over, I decided now was also the time to make myself into a legit triathlete. I’m back with Mr. Coach Extraordinaire Jeff Kline, and I’ve been logging somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 hours a week between swimming, biking, and running. And just to keep myself honest about logging those damn miles in the pool every week, I signed up for a triathlon on the 26th of this month. It’s Olympic distance. If you recall, I’ve never done an outdoor tri before. But I’m feeling awfully brave these days : )
Since you heard from me last, I’ve also had my first bike crash (road rash owwww! traffic SCARY!) and gotten my first flat. I’ve run under bridges infested with bats (by accident. eeew.) and through the glorious Houston suburbs where its appears one has to be an athlete of some sort to qualify for the home loan. (Seriously. Runners and cyclists everywhere!) I’ve learned I can no longer run 10 miles without water on me. I discovered the Speedfil bottle, while seemingly brilliant, is rather poorly engineered for the mount on my bike. I’ve canoed through downtown Austin (the Brazos River I think?) and then hit up the hot mess that is 6th Street on a Saturday night. I’ve discovered the female-specific bike saddle is actually worth every single penny I paid for it. I’ve learned to navigate my way through the streets of the nation’s 4th largest city. I’ve made new friends, and missed my old ones.
But most importantly, I’ve smiled through it all.