This is either week 4 or week 5 of my hiatus from the scale. I can’t be bothered to do math to figure it out. What am I, some sort of rocket carpenter? I have made a decision to wait until AFTER my first triathlon to even think about getting back on the scale. I am training hard and eating well and so I don’t want the mental stress of worrying about what that stupid little piece of digital hogwashery has to say. Sort of like Siri. But with less verbal snark.
As week 60 comes to a close I find myself reflecting upon the journey thus far and thinking to myself, “Self. You have come a long way.” And then I look forward and think to myself, “Self, you still have a long way to go.”
And then I drink a beer. Hey, it’s what I do.
So anyway. Let’s get back to talking about this triathlon. I am going to train in the morning with Jason and Brian (Brian being one of Louie’s Kids) and we will be working on transitions and such.
(PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S GOOD – GO AND TRY TO WIN THIS AWESOME BIKE)
I am feeling pretty good about everything, but the swimming I think is my weakest link right now. 600 yards is formidable if you think about yourself looking down the length of 6 football fields. Just thinking about swimming the length of one football field seems arduous at the moment. Any advice?
It sort of makes me sick now that I have put that picture up. I think I am going to throw up.
I’m going to sleep.