Squatting with Pride

Training Week 2 

Well. 

I am tired, my laundry is never ending, my pants (which may or may not be clean) seem to fit better and I am happy. 

What more can you ask for?

So what went on this week in the wild and crazy world of half Ironman training?

I ran

I swam

I biked

actually I had my ass royally handed to me on the bike

I met some friends for a hilly 13 mile bike ride,  no big deal right?

This was supposed to be my redemption ride. 

Well as I started up the first small hill my lungs gave me a big F*&k off and I fell to the back of the pack

I thought no big deal... I am ok with being at the back of the pack.

I am at one with my slowness

Sprout (the name of my little green bike) and I are very aware that we will not be winning any races

Well then that pack started to pull away

I still though meh, no big deal. 

Then I looked down the barrel of our first "real" hill and I thought maybe I needed new friends.
This is not fun

This is not how normal people spend their Sunday mornings

Normal people eat donuts and sleep in

this is what idiots do

Then I remembered I was the idiot who first signed up for Ironman Oceanside 

These were my fellow idiots

My people 

My very far away people 

So I pedaled

and I cursed

and I said screw this and walked

then I pedaled some more 

cursed some more

made up a few new curse words when I came across what could be the worst hill ever at the turn around point 

Saw a few donkeys

Called my husband for another lesson in small ring vs big ring 

I really really really have to work on hills 

My new goal is to make some hills my bitch

I don't care if I have to live at South Mountain or cry the whole Bartlett Lake ride. 

I refuse to walk my bike anymore

I may not be able to sit down to pee for a while 

But I will squat proudly