Jenny On the Spot

So, I polished off a HoHo at 11 a.m. I plopped onto my bed with the tv clicker as I gave into a lazy Saturday. The laundry can wait. It’ll just have to…
I began flipping the channels and I landed on the coverage for the Ford Ironman 70.3 Championship. It's a 1.2 mile swim, a 56 mile bike and a 13.1 mile run (a half-marathon), 70.3 miles of endurance… It is so inspiring… My heart just races when I imagine the energy and excitement those athletes are experiencing. But as I listened to interviews with some of the championship contenders… they kept talking about this “short course”. Heh. Short.

Well, compared to the Full Ironman, the 70.3 is half that distance.
Only several months ago, I laughed that the sprint triathlons I’ve done are considered “sprints”. I figure anything that takes an hour and 40+ minutes is surely not a sprint. OK, it takes ME that long…. That was until I ran the half-marathon. Having run over 2 and a quarter hours straight… Just. Running. The sprint triathlon distances earn “sprint” status in my now learn-ed eyes.

Excuse me, I need to brush HoHo crumbs off my lap and untangle my straight jacket…

I wanna do an Ironman 70.3 too! There is even a local one! I know it won’t happen THIS year, but I sure would like to pen it onto my long-term goal list. What is harder than doing an event like this is training for an event like this. I’ll spell it out - three kids. More than anything - that hurdle (training) is what would prevent me from accomplishing it. Oh, and my mountain bike wouldn’t be the best, oh… and my knees.