Iron Goddess.

A few people have asked me why in the world I wanted my pimpin’ new bike, so I figured I might as well come out with it. I wanted the bike because I want to start doing duatholons. A duathlon is similar to a triathlon, except there is no swimming. A duathlon is run, bike, run. Whereas, a triathlon is swim, bike, run.

I am going to be completely honest with you here. I am usually all talk and no action…or at least all training, but no racing. Can anyone relate to that? I started training last summer for a 1/2 marathon, but then when the boob thing happened, I gave up. I told you I was going to run the Riverbank Run last weekend, but when my friend bailed out on me, I said screw it.

So, what I am about to say is HUGE! On June 27 I will be doing the Iron Goddess Duathlon!

Yup, I signed up and everything! It’s important to note that I signed up, because the other races I have ditched, I never even signed up. Don’t judge, ok? However, if I’m being honest, I already want to give up on this race too. I know, I know, I’m a total weenie.

It rained here all last week, so Saturday when it was sunny I was finally ready to take my bike for a spin.

You have no idea how much I hate that helmet, but it does make me look sort of hardcore. I decided to ride to Alivia’s T-Ball game, which was 8 miles away. I’m not going to lie, I was terrified. It was ridiculously windy, and I was fighting the wind the whole way, not to mention riding on a road with lots of cars! It didn’t help that about 2 miles in, Shawn and the girls drove by me in his car. His car! What does that mean? Well, it meant that I’d have to ride the bike home too, which I was not planning on. Boo! I think that was all part of Shawn’s master plan to get me to stop being such a weenie.

In the end, I did it. I rode 16 miles round trip, without falling off once! Shawn was really proud of me, and kept telling me how super fast I was. Whatever. I guess I did ok, but the idea of the duathlon is now making me throw up in my mouth. The race is this: 1.5 mile run, 10.7 mile bike ride, and 3 mile run. Shoot me now. I’m not looking for sympathy or encouragement here, I’m just being honest.

The race is 6 weeks from today, so I hope that gives me enough time. If I’m not ready, I think I’ll just break my own leg a few days before. Don’t tell Shawn though, okay?

P.S. I added a “Train with me” page at the top of my blog. This is more for my benefit to track my progress, but feel free to check it out and ride my ass if I’m not working hard enough!