This morning, I had plans to run six miles with a friend who lives in my building. I was freaking out about an interview and all ready to cancel on him, but he wouldn’t let me.
Fine. I’ll run.
Per usual, I’m glad I did. I was WIPED OUT when I came back, but I also had some serious runners’ high.
Running with boys is tough. He seriously kicked my ass. So much so that we ran into my friend Tiffany while out, and she thought he was my coach. (Marc, watch out!) I was supposed to do six miles, but I misjudged and we ended up back at our building at 5.5. But in just under 50 minutes, or a 8:59 pace (which is fast for me for over 5 miles), so I was okay with that.
It took me a really long time to pull myself off the floor.
Sprint Tri Photos
I finally got them back. They’re um, interesting, to say the least. I’m disappointed, also, that they only caught bike photos and no running photos (and I guess they don’t catch swim photos.) Honestly, this race left a terrible taste in my mouth, and I do really want to find a good redemption one that won’t interfere with marathon training too much. If not, I know of a tri I’m definitely doing next year–the Franklin Lakes/Wyckoff tri! (Hometown tri.)
Life is great! I finished the swim! I love my bike! I’m doing my first triathlon!
How can I smile for the camera and not fall? (Please don’t fall. Please don’t fall.)
I have HOW MANY MORE miles? On a bike? When can I run??
I hate this picture. I was so angry. If you don’t ever want to see this face again, then don’t mess with me.
Hello? What’s that? Oh. Right. I just finished my first triathlon!!!
I am now two guest posts closer to total internet domination.
Check ’em out:
Marathons + Moderation on Healthy, Happier Bear (or, how to train for a marathon without giving up alcohol)
How to Keep Your Next Run from Ending in the Port-a-Potty on Carrots ‘n’ Cake (or, how to not poop your pants while running)
You can keep drinking and you won’t poop your pants. See? No reason to not run a marathon.
Questions: Do you ever run with dudes? Are you faster than them? (While it’s awesome to be faster than a guy, I actually prefer running with a guy who’s faster than me. It means he’s more hardcore.) Do you smile for race photos or am I the only cheeseball? What do you do to keep your stomach calm while running? Have you ever been in a hot air balloon? Did you freak the hell out? Because that’s what I’m doing right now.