Time for a change

I'm going to do a half Iron Man.

New Orleans. April 5, 2009. Heads up big easy. A bow legged, pale, slow, short guy who loves Abita is headed your way. Yeah, like that'll shock you. Look for near the back, ok.

To recap. Half marathons in December, January, and February. Did a 10k in there as well. In February of 2007 I plodded through New Olreans and finished a marathon. I've got two 62 mile (metric centuries) rides under my spandex, and I did three tris last year. One mini sprint, a .5/24.5/6.2, and a .5/20/4. I've already done the distances for each discipline in the half Iron Man. Now it's all about getting this tri thing down and putting them together effeciently. Oh, and I'm going to have fun doing it. I'll even enjoy the really shitty days when I feel like I want to break down and go eat half of the local Taco Bell inventory. The good days are only made sweeter by going through bad ones. So I'm going to grin and grind it out.

Let's see, though. Vital and not so vital info to begin this little quest:

1. Getting married on November 15th. (pssst... that's vital, really impotant, and I can't wait)
2. Weight is 163. Down from a 175 "racing" weight last year.
3. I still hate running. I just don't really, really, really hate it anymore.
4. My knee has healed perfectly. It's all in my head, It's all in my head, It's all in my head. (Run faster you jackass!)
5. I'm just posting some stuff to announce to all my readers (pretty much just myself) that I'm changing directions with this blog. Afterall, I'm the one that needs convincing that I can do this.
6. This is really just my personal journal of stuff I'll be going through. I keep a log at beginnertriathlete.com (thank you, thank you, thank you for that site), but this site here is strictly for me to bitch, moan, feel elated, have good days, have bad days, and share with anyone who isn't a member of BT. You probably won't get my daily training logs, but you can keep up with my sanity.

Dear self,

It's not like this is a full Iron Man. Lighten up.



Reply to self,

It feels like it to me, and who knows, maybe one day.