To Tri or not to Tri

So far in Ohio I have done two half-marathons and two triathlons. Each time I say yes to do a race, sign up, and start training I instantly regret that I said yes. I did a tri in May. I trained for maybe two weeks since home, school, and the weather were keeping me indoors.  I was sloooow. I was so glad to finish. Then I did another one in June.  Again not much training. The half mile open swim was ok, I was tired but still manage to jog back to the transition area. Then the bike was a whole another story.  I knew I was in trouble when my friend told me it was hilly on the way to the race.  I told her she would be hearing cuss words from my mouth. Second, it was 21 miles. 21 long miles.  I haven't ridden 21 miles in forever, like two years ago. So now I have 21 long and hilly miles to go.  I think I had a little fun and energy for the first 5.  Then I was done. But I knew I couldn't be done I had a long way to go. At one point around mile 15 on a particular long hill I had to get off my bike and walk. Then the most embarrassing thing that could happen to my ego happen.  The race sponsor truck came up behind me to make sure everything was ok. I was the last person!!!! Dead last! I did finally make it up the hill and pushed myself to the end.  Only with lots of prayers and I am pretty sure some spiritual angels pushing me did I finally finish.  My tank was empty. I could not go on and do the 3.5 mile run.  I was soo mad at myself.  
So I plan I doing this triathlon again! With more training time under my belt and definitely on the bike seat.
Training again for the Air Force half.  I really like this race! And this time the whole family is participating. Even my brother-in-law is running. Ran with my daughter this morning.  She is way faster then me now.  She needs to train with her runner dad or her big brother.  I just kept waving her on when she stopped at all the stop signs looking back at her mom a 1/4 mile behind her.


Mentioning that I am missing my boys this week the house is quiet, but a little less messy. The oldest is in Minnesota canoeing on the 10,000 lakes area. I hope he is not being eaten alive by mosquitos. The middle is backpacking the Appalachian Trail.  I know he is tired and sore but still making the best of it.  He took lots of dried mashed potatoes which he loves and beef jerky.  I am sure they will be stinky and tired when they get home.


Hope summer time fun has kicked in where ever you may be,


Mads