My Plan, It May Be Quite Simple But Now That It's Done

I just won an entry to TriRock San Diego. Which is a highly overpriced [sprint] triathlon that I never would have registered for using my own moolah. My dilemma is that I am back at square 1, no, not even 1, try 0, when it comes to my fitness. I have until Sept. 11 to regain some form of endurance to make it through the Sprint. If I could see the course elevation and knew that the bike was flat, I might even venture to challenge myself to the Oly. Since I've been volunteering for KOZ, I could race Solana Beach and Surf Town Tri before then. I have to be honest though, I think for my first foray back into triathlon, I want a bay start versus a surf start. I don't want to worry about that for now.

I've already spoken to a friend about this plan. So it's out there in the Universe, so it has to come to fruition, right?! [See previous blog]


1. Ride the trainer to get my cycling legs back. I could say that I would go to spin class, but I know that would be a lie. I really hate having to get there an hour early to get a spot and I'm such an uncoordinated weakling that I look ridiculous trying to move the stationary out onto the floor and then back against the wall after class. It really sucks that they have that stupid lip you have to get it over. Yes, I could go to Tomas' awesome spin class at HiTech Bikes, but I really don't have a way to get my bike and trainer there. The cheap bike rack I "borrowed" from Jen is not very secure and I haven't resigned myself to shell out the bucks for a good bike rack for the Miata.

2. Go backwards and remove the clipless pedals and use the cages until I actually have some handling skills. If I didn't have to ride in traffic or start or stop or make sharp turns, I would love riding with clipless pedals. I still fall with the cages and I've fallen bad enough in them to go to Urgent Care, but I have the teeniest bit more confidence with cages over the clipless pedals. Either way, right now my anxiety is so high that even when I just think about riding on the street, my heart starts racing. So have fun passing me on Fiesta Island.

3. Get back in the water despite the fact that I might be mistaken for a manatee, living so close to Sea World. It will probably be the pool for a while until the ocean is warm enough to swim on the skins team since I can't fit in the wetsuit uniform. There are these two guys who swim in my apt pool who train for Ironman. I think they feel sorry for me, because they usually get out of the pool when I get in. It's pretty pathetic.

4. No brainer, run. Maybe I'll try to get my runs in at lunch or even before work. When I lived alone, I was able to get up and run in the dark of the morning. It's harder when you have two snugglers in bed with you. Lunch is probably more likely. I feel my knitting mania fading again. Honk if you see me "running" up Montezuma. :D  But never honk if you see me on a bike, danger danger! : /

So my plan is very simple; no charts or algorithms, no unrealistic schedule, no mileage or hourly requirements, no fancy gear, no compensating for reoccurring injuries, and no depending on peer pressure. Just a girl, her bike, her dinky pool, and her black toed feet. For now...