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Thursday, May 8, 2008

Three weeks: A Genesis Story

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.

2 comments:

Nonblond said...

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...

Blackbeltmama said...

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. . .