thinking about obsessing over triathlon for a while now. Watching the Ironman World Championship Kona (over and over). Reading books. Stopping strangers on the trail to talk about Ironman.
^ Totally did that. Saw a girl with an Ironman tattoo on my long run last weekend and as she was about to pass me, I picked up the pace and ran with her for about five miles, asking all sorts of ridiculous questions:
– Do you strip naked when you change out of your swim stuff into bike/ run gear?
– Do the transition areas have little changing rooms for men/women?
– How many hours a week do you train?
– How many months for an Ironman?
– How long did it take you to do a 1/2?
– The full?
– That long? How did you go potty?
(Kudos: If she was supremely and rightfully annoyed, she didn’t show it!)
We did introductions (while spinning<-- is this the correct word for "pedaling a spin bike"? so clueless...); then a quick fitness assessment:
- a mini-spin session (about 10 minutes) that got me sweating and panting like… er… that got me sweating and panting;
- a minute of sit-ups (31) and pushups (20);
- run 1.5 miles (12:03);
- swim 8 laps.
And then they handed out a training schedule. It started like this.
SWIM: 5:30 a.m. to 6:30 a.m.
STOP right there!
I don’t know, guys. A 5 a.m. wakeup call every Monday… doesn’t sound appealing.
The coach reasoned, “This way you get it out of the way first thing in the morning!” Which totally makes sense. But let’s get real. Waking up at 5 a.m. to train sounds healthy and righteous and all that, and then we know how it ends.
The alarm goes off.
“Er… no, it’s Monday.”
“Mmmmm. OK. Back to sleep!”
I’ve got all day Sunday to think it over, obsess, talk my friends’ ears off, and decide.
What should I do?