It’s nice to have options. It’s nicer to have options partnered with endless amounts of time AND cash AND a road bike.
Hence… my dilemma.
Here is part of my “Wanna Do” List for the spring/summer “event” season:
- the Ragner Relay (Oh My Heck, I soooo want to do this one!)
- a half-marathon
- the Pacific Crest endurance duathlon (Read: the Half-Iron course… however, that dream may need to wait until the kids are a bit older… or until I have fully lost my mind. Jen, I can hear you snickering…)
- an Olympic distance triathlon
- the STP
- the Muddy Buddy… probably the one in Canada, since it’s the closest…
Training for a half-marathon is a commitment not just for me, but also for the whole family. Just training for a short sprint-distance triathlon takes a fair amount of time. Those longer training sessions can stretch into a couple of hours - once a week at the very minimum - away from the family. So choosing an even longer-distance event gives me pause.
These events are not free… nor is the Gu, nor the bike tune-up, nor the new running shoes every 500 miles or so, nor the anti-chaffing clothing, nor the tri-suit, nor the goggles that turn up lost here and there, nor the swimsuits that get worn and worn and worn to death, nor the pool fees, gym fees, iTunes fees (hee… good music = good workout)…
Anybody out there want to sponsor a couple of moms turned “event-obsessed”? Seriously. Naw, just kidding. But, seriously. But not. But really. Jenny needs a road bike.
So… what’s next? Certainly something. I don’t get up early just to wear some fancy-pants with state-of-the-art wicking fabric. I don’t run for 2 hours in 39 degree weather to work up a sweat, battle that ammonia issue, and have a 4 hour stomach ache because it’s what the cool girls do. Nay. I do it becuase I’m dumb. This ammonia-smellin’, stomach achin’, muscle-burnin’, fancy-pants-wearin’ fool needs a G to the OAL. Events give my workouts structure… a purpose.
Katie (my partner in this insanity) would really like to see us give a full marathon a try. I am still discerning if there is a purpose to that event. Rumor has it the first marathoner collapsed and died when he finished. Big. Time.
I also want to go camping this summer.
The End.
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