Thursday.
I made the decision to go full Ironman, and not a half.
I'm not really sure why, but I think its a combination of Danielle (the one that got me into this mess) pointing out that I'd be training alongside those doing the full, and remembering that at the end of my last race I felt disappointed, knowing I could have trained and raced harder/longer.
That's sort of depressing sounding and I hope doesn't say too much about me.
But.
I just feel like doing the half would hang over my head for the 8 months of training, knowing that I was selling myself and what I know I can do short.
Saturday.
MY BIKE GOT STOLEN OUT OF MY GARAGE.
My lovely Surly Steamroller that made me realize what biking could be, and quite literally were the wheels that got me in motion to make my entire life more what I wanted it to be - moving to a neighborhood I love, biking instead of driving, starting work on some scripts and editing, eating the way I want, gardening a bit, changing routines to habits I am more comfortable with for myself and the environment. The bike was the machine that I could feel myself being a part of, and something about that was the visceral realization I needed that life is easily lived the way you want it, and that its just a small hump to get over to make it that way.
And now its gone.
We have renter's insurance, but there's a $500 deductible, so the silver lining of using the coverage to buy a good tri bike is considerably tarnished.
Sigh.
Sunday.
Since the pool was closed and I DONT HAVE A BIKE ANYMORE, I went for a run.
and you know what?
JUST UNDER FOUR MILES!!! Route:
Small potatoes that will be down the line, but for not having run, for real, in years, I was really pleased.
Except for three things.
1. I put arch supports, needlessly, into my running shoes. I don't really have problems with my running shoes. But I put them in anyway. And got blisters on the entirety of the arches of both feet. It took three days for it to heal, and tonight will be my first run since Sunday.
2. A bird crapped on me on the run.
3. I rubbed my arm on the grass to get the bird poo off, and got hives up and down my entire left arm.
Well.
At least I ran.
BIIIIIIKEEEEE :( :( :( :(
