Oh. That's right. It was me. I was the idiot who agreed to do one. Brilliant.
In case you didn't get the memo (because I apparently didn't), 300 lb women don't run triathlons. OK, to be fair, I'm sure there's probably SOMEONE out there who does. But I don't. I'm too FAT.
Lucky for me, it's only a Sprint distance triathlon. Though that may be enough to kill me off.
My little sister, after seeing some of my blog posts, suggested I join her in this truly amazing (cough cough) endeavor and train so that we can both do the triathlon together in September.
Apparently, I was still on my walker's high and thought that, after walking an entire 18 minutes on the treadmill, I was invincible. Maybe I should restrict my Internet time after my evening work-outs. Apparently I'm a hazard to myself. But I digress...
5K run? No problem. I can walk if I need to. 10 mile bike ride? Sure. No problem. 1 mile swim? Yeah, I'm gonna drown. Mebbe I should dust off my floaties, or strap on a life jacket. At least they'll find my body that way.
In all seriousness though, this triathlon scares the CRAP out of me. Why? Because I CAN'T run a triathlon at this weight.
But you know what? I don't intend to. I have 2 1/2 months to train like crazy and lose as much weight as possible so that I can participate. The goal isn't to win. Not by any means. It's merely to compete...and not die. Yes, life after the triathlon would be good.
I can lose a lot of weight (in a healthy way) in 2 1/2 months. Besides, I had made a goal 10 years ago to do an iron man by the time I turned 40. Guess what? I turned 40 two weeks ago and am no where close to doing an iron man. Maybe this idiocy of mine is just the shove I need to get me started down the path of completing a bucket list item I've had for more than 10 years.
Wish me luck! ...I'm gonna need it.
