[002] Day 1

Swim: 0 m/0 m

Bike: 6.35 miles/6.35 miles

Run: 2.4 miles/2.4 miles

My first official workout of my triathlon training, and, coincidentally, of the year, was a good one. Taking a cue from my almost-3-year-old daughter, who was riding her new tricycle in the driveway when she suddenly dismounted and began sprinting back and forth, I decided on a “brick” workout. (A brick workout involves training on two disciplines in the same session.)

I began with a moderate ride around my hilly neighborhood and, upon returning to my house, ditched the bike, helmet and gloves and immediately took off on a run. I felt like I was wearing sandbags around my legs, with each plodding step taking twice the effort of a normal run. I was timing this segment of the workout, and I knew it would be dreadful. Only later did my calculations show that I had hit a 7:42 pace for the run, which is pretty close to my normal around-the-neighborhood pace.

Does that mean that biking, while making my legs feel heavy and tight, doesn’t necessarily affect my running pace? Or would I have run the course faster if I had not biked immediately beforehand? It’s impossible to tell, but I have a feeling that I will have much to relearn about how my body handles training in this new world of triathlon.

Everything about running – my physical and mental response to almost every running situation – has become almost instinctual after years of training. Running is my comfort zone, where I can let down my guard because I know what has to be done and how it’s going to get done. I know when I need to push and I know when I need to let up. I don’t encounter too many questions about what my body is feeling or what I am capable of at any given time.

It seems as if that’s about to change. I’m essentially starting over.

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One Response to [002] Day 1

  1. Dad says:

    Every day you train you will be at a crossroads (in the mind).

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveller, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim,
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference

    …Robert Frost

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