That is a phrase I have heard repeated over and over again. Many times in conversation, when the topic turns to “What have you been up to”, I fess up to training for a triathalon.
I say “fess up” because I am sure the idea of a moderately overweight, middle-aged mom preparing for an athletic event is not an intuitive leap--could even make some people laugh.
Sometimes it even makes me laugh.
So when the subject comes up, I am surprised by the number of people who have said that they did one X-number of years ago. The conversation usually ends with “If I can do it, anyone can do it”.
That does make me feel a little bit better. Although it’s usually someone in a jogging suit, fit as a fiddle and on their way to the gym. But even so.
Just last week I was at a high school cross-country meet when one of the other moms told me that she had participated in a triathalon about 2 years ago and was surprised by how much fun it was. She admitted she was most worried about the swim, and once the swim was over she felt much better.
I think that is my problem. I am not worried at all about the swim. That seems like a piece of cake to me. Theoretically speaking, that is. Speaking in concrete terms, cake would be much better. And preferable.
I almost wish the run was first so I could just get it out of the way.
Let’s put it this way—if I look like a half-drunk spasm-ing wingnut when I run now, what will I look like after I have swam (swum?) 21 lengths of the pool and then biked 12 miles? I am almost afraid to picture it.
But it will probably make for a good blog post.