No Pressure From Blogland

Geez, I was not prepared for the comments I received regarding the Syracuse 70.3 Ironman in my last post. I'm feeling a bit stressed now. When I cried poverty about the "cost of admission" (truly a consideration), my sis offered financial gifts for Christmas to get me there. (ho! ho! ho!). I will admit, I have entertained (as in very small gathering of thoughts, no alcohol or h'or dourves served) the idea that maybe I might try for a half ironman next summer, but had come to no definite conclusion on the matter (small gathering of thoughts, party's over).

I am not very impulsive. In fact I scare easily, this is why I really hate trying new things. Mostly because I am afraid of failure (who isn't, I know, I know). This is made even more curious because I love learning new things, gah! This fear hasn't really held me back so far as I can tell. I usually force myself to do things anyway, but not without a bit of thought and sometimes planning (those damn mice with their well laid plans again!). I understand the consequences of being too afraid to try new things. Hell, if I succumbed to this fear I wouldn't be sitting here pounding away at this keyboard expounding on the revelries of triathlon. The very idea of doing a triathlon scared the be-Jesus out of me. After I submitted my credit card online, pressed the submit button for the entry to my first race, I walked around with a pit in my stomach the size of which can't even be measured. My son is the same as me, he hates trying new things or going to new places, he is more of an observer than a participant especially in group activities. I've been very conscious of not laying my own fears at his doorstep, which makes me wonder if some of his resistance isn't nature (as opposed to nurture).

I tried out my tri suit today. Aside from the obvious drag in the pool, it worked out really well. It even had this pretty cool damask/tone on tone pattern that shows up when it's wet, not to mention I looked dead sexy in it (as if!). The swim was a bit chilly this morning so not too many folks out. It was 62˚F this morning and the pool water was feeling a bit frigid from the overnight cool temps. I had ridden bike to the pool so I was nice and sweaty when I got there.

Saturday I'll do a brick before the race next week. I'm hoping for a good one. I wonder...do people taper for a sprint tri? Must investigate.

In the meanwhile, dinner tonight with the girls at Locanda Verde in Robert DeNiro's Greenwich Hotel.

Posh, no?

No workout tomorrow, so I'll be indulging...just a bit... However, I just remembered my son's teacher is coming tomorrow morning to meet him before school starts in another week. No hangovers then.