my new fear.

i am afraid i am falling in love.

unfortunately, my newfound love will be put to an authenticity test on saturday morming.

what love is this i speak of?

no, not a boy. that's silly. and overrated...

i'm in love with training. for a triathlon. which occurs this saturday morning.

i am afraid i am falling in love.

with the craziness of life schedules, i have been amiss in my actual training. i've swam two or three times in the past two months, and rode a bike just as many. gratefully, i've run a bit, but not nearly as much as i should be (especially because i'm *technicially* training for a full marathon in october... yet another story).

this week i began 'real' training (one week out is better than no training at all, right?!). earlier this week i did a 16 mile bike ride followed by a 3 mile run; tonight i did a decent bike ride, a 2 mile run, and 18 lap swim. i survived each night of training. in fact, i did more than survive: i began to fall in love.

my timing doesn't always work out well- the first night i intended to hit the pool, then ride then run. bummer: pool closed. tonight i rode to the gym (a little over a mile) and then realized i forgot the bike lock. i rode back home, picked up said lock, and rode back to the gym. there i found out that "yes, of course the pool is open; and, there is a class in there until 7..." it was 6:30. i jumped back on the bike and rode to the park, where i did two laps. when i was done there- right at 7- i went back to the gym, and got into the pool (not before, however, talking and schmoozing with one of my favorite spin teachers for about 10 minutes- there goes transition traning!).

both times i did not expect tired legs; although the first bike ride was very long, my legs felt in tact. the second workout my legs felt tired for both biking, swimming, and recovery from the other day. both times, the run was a challenge. oh, and so was the biking. and by the time i got to swim, i was tired again.

i am afraid i am falling in love.
i love this physical challenge... while swimming, i'm thinking about how to ride. while riding, i'm thinking about how to run. while running, i'm trying to will myself to not quit, and self-talk myself into submission to the run.

it's all mental and i love it.

i hope the actual race is as fun as training. i would hate to fall out of love as quickly as i fell into it.