In the beginning, there was Tri.
The Tri was with me
I was in the Tri
It was, you know, good.
It began with one Sister.
Then two.
Then three and four joined in, and numbers swelled to 9 of us doing Triathlons.
Crazy, good-natured, trash-talking, family relationship-building fun. That's 6 siblings, a brother-in-law, mid 70's mother, and a blind friend who is still inspiring to watch in competition.
While I no longer compete, training did establish comfort and familiarity with the core Triathlon elements of swimming, biking, and running.
While biking, I would watch my odometer and note mileposts to use for gaging distances when I was running. This morning I reached one of those well-used mileposts, the one marking a turn-around point 1.5 miles from my house.
I made 3 miles today...And it was good.
Today is the Day
2 years ago
2 comments:
I am so jealous. My therapist tells me that during my last few weeks of therapy I will be able to run on the treadmill and I can't wait for my knee to be strong enough. Heck, I couldn't even chase someone who would try to steal my purse right now! Hopefully, the muggers will have mercy on the woman in a leg brace...
I'm proud of you! You're doing so well. I'm walking really fast on the treadmill but no running yet. I'm having patellar-femoral issues. Fabulous.
Anyway, yesterday my daughter took a face plant on the sidewalk and I had to run. I did it, awkwardly, sort of, so I guess I can if I need to. One of these days. . .
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