1. Quit their job...
1.a. this means you have very little incentive to do much of anything.
|Yep, there are 5 suitcases, 2 hockey bags, 6 sticks, and two|
triathlon bike boxes in there....bye bye winter...
2. Pack up 75% of your entire home and then get it all ready for a different family to live in.
2.a. this means you leave 90% of all training things in boxes downstairs (of old house in Canada), like your Nathan hydration pack, runners, sunglasses, goggles.
2.b. pull many muscles while lifting and sorting things in the house.
3. Move your entire family of five across the world. To another country. Where it is 40 degrees.
3.a. this means a total of 22 hours of in-flight time and a few days (give or take) of complete exhaustion.
4. Take an entire 6 weeks of vacation in this same stated country, exploring, eating and sleeping your way through life (utterly blissful, yet not so much on your cardiovascular system or waistline).
4.a. this means you come to the realisation that Tim Tams are not a food group and peanut butter must be rationed (they only have itty bitty jars of peanut butter here...a crime, I know).
|Off to the land of Oz....|
5.a. this means buying uniforms, bucket hats and squeaky new black shoes...much to the dismay of the tortured children.
5.b. and trying to curb the 10pm bedtime they have been pushing for the past month.
6. Start a completely new job at the same time as your husband (just for dramatics: in stated new country;)
6.a. this means learning the lay of the land in (at a minimum) 12 different hospitals (insert laughter here!).
6.b. while only having one vehicle.... (insert belly laugh here.... very large belly laugh).
6.c. and learning the lingo...when I heard the word Caesar I figured they were talking about the drink, not the surgery....(ie. C-Section or Section in Canada....oh dear....)
I'm almost done....how are you feeling....prepped? Ready? Uber fit and ready to race? Ya, I kinda figured....
7. Come to the understanding that this race is all part of the plan.... the whole take it as it comes, fly by the seat of your pants, you only live once, you may as well get the most outta life, plan. It's the only way for me. I know many of my dear, tender, type AAA friends wouldn't last a day in my little world, and that's not a knock on their abilities, it's the truth. I can barely do it. Why would I expect anyone else to?
7.a. Here's why: It's freaking awesome! That's why. I love this stuff. The challenge of honestly not knowing if I'm gonna pull it off.....I love that.
|Playing in the outdoor pool...it's 50 Meters...but I can only|
make it about 40...then I doggy paddle... :)
The run is what's killing me. I have nothing. I'm at a solid 7K...Yep. You read that right. At 7K the hamstring kicks in and threatens to strike. By that point my mind is wandering...I have no water (Nathan pack is underneath winter sweaters at home in the basement), no fuel and it's 28 degrees at 7:30pm....
OK, so why am I doing it?
Well, picture it! MELBOURNE people!!! In Australia!!!! Staring out at St. Kilda's Bay...with 1600 other freaky triathletes. Why not???
...that is all.