Well, chums, its nearly Race Day.
I signed up for a corporate tri just after the last round of exercise, and it seemed like a really good idea at the time. Now its race day on Saturday and I am shitting my padded cycling pants. I’ve never even done 20km, and its going to be 42 degrees. Thats celsius for our non metric chums. Da Fuck….
And I have not been on the road, since the nasty bike stacking incident.
Luckily I have my awesome coaches to step in and sort out my shit.
This week is week two in the Vitalize fitness and I’m loving it again. The program Vicki has written me for Dirt n Dust is hard, but good, and my lovely husband is on board – physically throwing me out of bed this morning for a run. Bastard.
And this evening, Craig used our PT session for a lesson in using cleats (clippy things that are likely to get stuck and make you fall off if left to the uninitiated) and how to do transition (getting from swimming to on the bike and riding into the sunset). It was just brilliant. That man can turn my head from thinking I’m a fat old fucker that has no business in this triathlon malarkey, to a fit honed goddess of advanced years, who can ride a bike and do the clippy things and do anything. He is severely gifted.
So my stress levels for Saturday are a lot less, and I’m sort of looking forward to my first competitive event in a while. Well, in years…… well ever really. Fucking hell, Am I ready????
In other news, I could literally eat all day, I’m STARVING!! but coach says it normal and because I havent doubled up on exercise (morning and evening) for years!!
So I’m away to eat the entire contents of me fridge, and have some magnesium and panadol osteo for me joints, and sleep like a baby.
I shall update you all on the tri. Wish me well.