Monday, Monday – here we go!
My day started with an email from one of the TNT coaches that pretty much laid out the entire training schedule. It started out with “1-19” – 1 meaning the first full week of training and 19 being, as he put it, “the number of weeks to go until your date with the Hudson.” Yikes. I’ve been on some pretty crazy dates in my life, but I think my date with the Hudson will be one for the books!
As I read the training schedule on the subway on my way to work, I realized that I would not have much of a life until this triathlon was over. Luckily I am a summer girl and thrive on sunshine. I am outside every possible moment of summertime soaking in Vitamin D and recharging my batteries after a long and cold winter, so running and biking all summer long doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world at all. PLUS that just means more time at the beach to practice swimming in open water!! On second thought, this triathlon might actually be one of my best ideas yet..!
Today on the schedule was either a rest day or a swim day, depending on your location/swim ability. The Manhattan swim was for advanced swimmers, and I am not there yet. Actually, the swim part is the most nerve-wracking part for me. I can doggy paddle, swim under water like a frog, and tread water, but the crawl is not something I was ever able to do well. Also, when I think of the swim part of a triathlon, my mind immediately pictures the scene in Titanic right after the ship sinks and everyone is in the water frantically splashing around and grabbing onto each other for survival. I’m told that the tri will be nothing like that. Maybe it will just be me – Half drowning. Trying to catch a ride on the back of the nearest swimmer. Maybe they’ll let me wear floaties. Or bring an inner tube. Maybe a raft and a margarita?
So anyway, the point of all that was that I wasn’t going to swim today (which was fine because I usually box with my trainer on Mondays and Thursdays and I missed the last week because I was sick.)
By the time 5pm rolled around, Tony the Trainer texted me to let me know that he had to cancel so I considered taking a rest day, but decided to go for a run at Central Park. I got home and put on my fleece-lined running pants, threw on some layers, and looked frantically for one of those headband things that go over your ears. All I could find were hats. I couldn’t wear one though – my hair was in a curly ponytail and I liked the way it looked. I didn’t want to hide that lion mane under a hat. Don’t judge me.
So I’m tearing apart the hallway closet looking for a headband, practically cursing under my breath because I cant find one, which is kind of weird because when I was a kid I refused to put anything on my head. Hats, hoods, those headbands. Anything. I was against them and could throw a pretty great tantrum if anyone tried to put a hat on my head. I guess this is growing up! I found a green one that my 96-year old great aunt had made and headed for the park.
When I got outside I did the usual runner routine of staring at my watch waiting for the GPS to work. Linking satellites. Linking…linking…. linking….. Maybe if I walk around it will work? So I walk a bit, still staring at my wrist. Linking… linking… Come on satellites, I know you’re up there. I wander into the street like a 5 year old without adult supervision, still looking at my watch, and just miss a delivery guy on a bike. Oops. Three blocks later the watch is still linking to the satellites.
Come on, Nike+… link up!!! If you don’t, how will I know how far I’ve run? Or my pace?! How will I accurately train for my triathlon? My entire training could be a lie because you can’t find a satellite. For the love of God, WHY ARE YOU SABOTAGING ME?!
Oh, it linked. I apologized to my watch for being dramatic.
And off I went!
It felt like October. Crisp air and the air had that awesome dry leaf smell. It wasn’t spring-like at all, but it was beautiful. I saw the sunset, some guy getting patted down and handcuffed by the cops, and another guy jogging in a suit. God, I love New York.
5.15 miles and I decided to call it a day. Feet, take me home!
Next thing I knew I was at Starbucks.
Not quite home, but I was fine with that. One Venti unsweetened green iced tea later and I was headed home for real this time!
Tomorrow will be my first workout with the team. That should be interesting! 🙂
And a BIG THANK YOU to everyone who has donated so far. I appreciate all of you! If you are interested in donating, please visit my TNT fundraising page at http://pages.teamintraining.org/nyc/nyctri14/meredith