I couldn’t ride my bike this morning.
I couldn’t swim this morning either. I mean, I guess I could have, but because I swam so hard last night, I definitely woke up having one of those “Princess Bride” mornings. Not the kind of morning where you’re kidnapped and rescued “asyouwish” by a handsome blond pirate with 4 white horses, but the other kind.
|I guess I need to|
The one where you say to yourself, “Why won’t my arms move?”
So, in the interest of not drowning, a swim was really out of the question today.
Interestingly, that really only left a few options. One of which is the 3rd piece of the Triathlon Puzzle... and it’s a puzzle I’m struggling to work these days.
The bike is my favorite way to get sweaty and hot.
The swim is an illusive siren that tempts me to do things I might otherwise avoid... Should I? Shouldn't I?
The run is... completely non-existent.
Many of you might not realize, but 2 weeks ago I was cleared to begin a walk run program.
Yes, that’s what I said. It’s been 2 weeks since I was given permission to run... and yet, I didn’t bolt out the door to run right away.
In 2 weeks I have done no running. I skipped with my 6 year old... does that count for anything? Probably not much.
Today I got dressed to run. And then... I did exactly nothing else except watch the temperature’s increase. I confessed this crime to The Good Dr, and after a gentle, #suckitupButtercup, I decided to stop procrastinating.
The humidity at 1 pm was a bit much... so I violated RULE #1 of GBA Running, and went out without a shirt in just a bra.
The Good Dr showed up with a smile. Dressed to run.
He had 6 miles.
I had 20 minutes of walk/run.
It was fun, albeit stressful.
1.8 miles, 20 minutes, walk 2/run 3.
And at the end I was sweaty and rained on and smiling.
I'm icing it, per The Witch Dr's instruction, and planning my next run.
~savor the run~