I think I'm tired and only one donation?

I'm sitting here enjoying a small bowl of ice cream and looking forlornly at my fund-raising site. Okay, not forlornly, we have until June after all. But it's fun to see activity on it. It'll come! Right? Of course it will.
Now that that tiny guilt trip is out of the way, I'll write about other things. On y va.
Here we are, well into our second week of training. It's taking me a minute to get into the flow of it. I'm not used to having such defined goals and schedules for working out. I do like that aspect of it though, gives me a purpose. Your donations help too, because I can't let you down, now can I?
It's just tough to remember right now why I'm going to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow for a spin class. Oh yeah, curing cancer. That sounds like a good reason. I'll be in the habit soon and then I'll be one of those obnoxious people who "sleep in" on Saturday until 7:30AM.

Saturday we had a group workout session and nutrition seminar. It's great to be reminded that there are 20 other people who also have never done a triathlon and think they suck at running/swimming/biking. Just like me, imagine that!
Well, I know I don't suck at running. We have 3 levels of workouts, 1,2, & 3; it's based on length of time instead of speed or distance. Level 1 (that's me for now) runs for 30 minutes this first month. 8 min run, 2 walk. That structure makes it fly by. 30 minutes feels like nothing!
I don't think I suck at biking, I love spin class. Riding on a trail/road while clipped to the pedals in 30 degree weather in the dark might be an entirely different story though...we'll see...gotta get a bike first.
That just leaves swimming. Despite looking surprisingly cute in a lime green swimcan, I'm pretty much an abysmal in the water. I feel like I'm just flopping around in the pool like a little kid, all haphazard and inefficient. I have to get beyond the fear of looking stupid and keep working at it. It's in my genes after all.

I'm off to Chicago this weekend, where I'll get to see pretty art and eat lovely food, get a tattoo, and run in subzero temperatures. Yippie. That's not an excuse though, I have to follow the schedule as well as I can, otherwise there's really no point is there? Nope. So if anyone wants to call me this weekend and yell at me to get my butt outside, please, feel free.


Oh, this post is sounding booooorrrrriiiing...I'm surprised you're still here reading. I'm falling asleep on my desk! Good talking to you, and I hope the next post won't be as blah...at least it felt a bit blah to me. Feedback anyone? Lay it on me!
Logistics and day-to-day be damned! The fun stuff is soDespite looking surprisingly cute in a lime green swim cap, I found much more fun.
So my first day of swim practice was hell!