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Back in the saddle

Good news for readers who actually believe I do triathlons. A mere 12 months from now I'll be toeing the line at Ironman Wisconsin, God-willing. So that means plenty of time to contemplate exciting subjects such as periodization, nutrition, training plans and the current state of my general slothiness. Yippee.

I thought my Ironman days were behind me. After crossing my last finish line and feeling my knees seize up like at arthritic octogenarian, my brain said "no more!" Instead, I tried to become holistic and kind to my body. I meditated and practiced yoga. Tried to embrace leisurely walks instead of runs. I naively thought my appetite would decrease as my energy needs dropped. (Yeah, right.) I would become Sting-like with inner peace. The results of Project Peaceful Jen are in -- total failure.

Then David started grumbling about always wanting to do an Ironman. I inwardly groaned. Really? An Ironman? Why not a half? Maybe a couple sprints? Nope. He wants the whole enchilada. And he asked if I'd do it with him. I hemmed and hawed, listing all the reasons an Ironman hurts. Then I made the mistake of watching the finisher videos at this year's Wisconsin race. And so I said yes. September 12, 2010. Lake Monona here we come.

So, now I can actually blog about training, though we're still far, far away from racing. Saturday was a lovely 24 mile ride and three mile tempo run. Yesterday was the most pathetic 3.5  mile run ever at Shawnee Mission Park. So pathetic, I'm not even counting it. It is clear my endurance base is sadly eroded. Grrrr. Exciting plans today for lifting over lunch and a spin class tonight with psycho instructor Toni. The woman makes you hurt. But is a sadistic way, I'm ready for a little pain. Which is why I signed up in the first place.

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