Thursday, November 15, 2007

To half or quarter, that is the question

So it's official. I suck at blogging. It's been almost a month since my last entry, not that anyone has missed me or anything! Things have been busy with work, training, personal stuff. But whose life isn't busy crazy hectic out-of-control?? Get over yourself already, tribeaner, and write in your damn blog!

I had a heart to heart with my coach about this Half Ironman thing in Galveston. While the competitive spirit in me is strong and kicking, the rest of my body hasn't quite been as cooperative the past month or so and has set my training back a bit. We are proceeding somewhat cautiously through my training plan, slowly ramping up the distance and intensity of all the workouts. The problem is, we have to go so slowly to avoid re-injury that it now looks like I won't be adequately prepared to do the HIM in March. Wait, let me clarify that a bit. I COULD do it. I COULD enter and finish the HIM. But, it would hurt. A lot. And maybe even end up getting re-injured and affecting my entire 2008 season. I'm working way too hard to risk that for one race. So, instead of doing the half, I'm going to sign up and do the Quarter IM race in Galveston. And I'm ok with that. Not to mention this means I get to compete and cheer on Greyt too!

OK so a quick training update for my avid readers (yes, Mom, that's you). My running is coming along pretty well and Coach is pushing me to be more consistent with my pace - especially during races. I have a tendency to go a little too fast out of the gate, then struggle at the end. So we're working on that. Biking...well that's coming along just fine, except I get pretty bored on my trainer. It's going to be a long winter. And, finally, swimming. Normally this is where I'd start throwing my pity party. I can't swim, I'm too slow, blah blah blah. Not today, my friends. For the first time, I actually had a swim workout that I got excited about. Now for any of you real swimmers out there, this probably isn't going to seem like much. But if you know where I came from, you'd realize this is a big deal. This week, I actually swam 1800 yards without stopping. Not even once to catch my breath or to lament about how bad I suck. I just kept swimming. And it felt great. And for the first time I thought maybe, just maybe, I might be turning into a swimmer. Imagine that.