Now I'm out there--I Facebooked

Ok, now I'm out there for the whole world to see--ok, my whole world of the very few people I know but who are willing to "friend me" on Facebook--thanks, guys!

Not a stellar start...

Well, the first couple of weeks have not been stellar. I got in some low mileage runs (we are talking low--like 3 miles at best) and a couple of dunks in the pool. We have recently had great weather but we did have a pretty significant blizzard sprinkled in for good measure. Not to mention the preschool ailments of our boys that come with the start of cold and flu season. All that being said, I was a slacker. I was thinking the other day, as I was huffing at my 1.5 mile mark (with another painful 1 to 1.5 miles to go) that I'm sure not acting like a person who is going to do a half ironman this summer. Theoretically, I'm committed. In all actuality, I haven't quite gotten there, yet. However, this blog is meant to be the kick in the pants I need. Notice I haven't written in two weeks? Yeah, that's right. It's call avoidance. Well, avoid no more. I'm going to get this blog out to those I don't know and those I know well. I'm sure you all will learn way more than you ever wanted to know about my love/hate relationship with my "workout psyche"! Onward!

I'm in deep....

I started this blog to hopefully get some help, support, direction and maybe a little sense of what this journey of my first Ironman 70.3 will be like. Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing. Sure, I've done some sprint triathlons before and other races, but this seems like a whole new level of insanity for me. Am I making too much of this? Probably. But, hey, that's why I'm reaching out to complete strangers for support through such an in-over-my-head decision. I've already paid the money (an exhorbitant amount--do ambulance rides really cost this much?) and told a few people about it so it would be most humiliating if I came up with some lame excuse not to race, now. Besides, the race I am doing is the Vineman 70.3 in JULY...I have so much time to throw myself in front of a car or feign some illness that couldn't possibly allow me train or, god forbid, actually participate in the race. That comes later. Hence, the reason for this blog. Some friends of ours casually brought up the idea of doing this race with a "who's with me" attitude. Being in wine country, I thought there may be a chance that my husband would ante up to do the race and carry the flag for us and I could be the doting wife on the sidelines cheering him on with signs, whistles and a glass of wine from the closest winery I could find. Not a chance. It was an all or nothing deal.