Tri-ing

Less Strides, More Swimming

As I’m nurturing the little pain in my ass (hammy insertion) so it doesn’t grow into a big one, I’ve been spending a little more time on my bike and especially in the pool this week…which has got me thinking.

which is dangerous

Endorphin fueled recovery thinking is the most dangerous kind

Endorphin fueled recovery thinking is the most dangerous kind

As the bike and pool once again become less scary I find myself contemplating/considering/punishing myself with thoughts of dabbling with the triathlon thing.

I see a huge value – forced cross-training, trying something new, stretching out of my comfort zone, listening to the bazillion people who say (wow, you’re really built like a biker…whatever that means), etc.

Then I think about the fears and pretty much end those thoughts right there.

-The Cost:  Uh…so much expensive equipment, even if I do buy a used wetsuit the bikes cost as much as my car and require maintenance, and parts and junk.  My errand-running, kid chasing hybrid bike probably wouldn’t cut it in the big bad tri-world making the entry point VERY steep for me to even get involved in the sport.

-The Complication:  Remember all those expensive bike parts?  You have to know how to use them, to fix things, you have to set stuff up in transition areas, etc.  For a girl who’s happy to get her underwear on every day (let’s not even shoot for rightside out and not put on backwards), this seems like a lot of moving parts to coordinate.

-The Fear:  While I’m not a great runner, I’m good enough to know what’s going on, and I kind of like that.  I’m not a crazy seasoned vet, but I am that “crazy running lady” at school drop offs who random parents approach with questions – I kind of like being my local barely resident expert.  To start as a novice in a crazy competitive sport freaks the snot out of me.

Have you ever tried a new sport?

What was your biggest fear when you started running?

Slow Down!

Miles:  Bricking it with 11 biked, 2.5 run (plus a host of other stuff)
Minutes:  Who the heck knows…I’m on vacay!
Vacay Strides

I’m not going to lie…I’m feeling a little lost.  You see, I’m on a vacation.

Without my kids.

And I don’t have a house to clean.

No bills to pay.

No laundry to do.

No errands to run.

Just a vacation.

And as I’ve said before – I don’t exactly sit well.  It’s a little unnerving for me to just BE.  I try really, really hard.  I do yoga since it’s a slower activity, but it’s hard to focus because I always end up thinking of the gazillion point 2 things I should be doing.

Since I was a kid, sitting has never been in my nature.  Honestly, sitting makes me a little crabby.

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Say hello to my little friend waiting for me by my beach chair yesterday morning!

Yesterday, I got a good reminder of this.  I woke up and got myself a brick workout (bike, run, bike), and even the road signs were screaming at me to slow down.  <<Reduzca Velocidad>> they screamed in black and yellow.

But don’t worry, Mother Nature was giving me a run for my money.  If I even wanted to run fast in my mind, the 88 degree morning with 88% humidity was going to ensure that I wasn’t going to far that fast.  Congratulations world, you won that one.

I resisted the sitting with kayaking, volleyball, swim contests (clearly I’m a grown up), and accidental water aerobics.

Yes, water aerobics.

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Check out that class in a glass. I was super aerobically excited!

My cousin and I were just floating in the ocean and suddenly everyone around us was participating in water aerobics.  This is clearly a Cross Fit sanctioned class that will be coming to a gym near you because it included incredible moves like:  running in water, doing the chicken dance and clapping.  My friends, you will never be the same after a class like this.

And if that weren’t enough, my friend Brandon and I decided to climb the palm trees and hunt down some coconut water to rehydrate from today’s festivities.

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She works hard for her electrolytes.

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So hard for her electrolytes.

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Wait, this doesn’t taste like icy cold Zico?!

Actually the resort provided the drinks and we just staged the whole coconut hunt.  Turns out 88 degree coconut water is not very refreshing.  We opted to put those down and celebrate our volleyball loss (can you believe we threw the game to end it faster?!?! The nerve!) with a cerveza instead.

PS – Brandon, if you read this…lo ciento.  Sorry for posting our adventure to the internets world, but it was too fun.

Which leads me to today…I’m tired.  So very tired.  And sore…very, very sore…

And so I will Redusca Velocidad and try to just enjoy a day of rest.  No running, no biking, but likely a bunch of swimming.

How do you shut down for vacay?  How do you get through the rest struggles?