From Fat Slob To Fit Triathlete

"Don't live down to expectations.  Go out there and do something remarkable. "

                                                ~Wendy Wasserstein

What I’ve discovered is there’s no middle ground with me I’m either euphoric or down in the dumps.

My aim is to raise £1000 for Hope House Hospice. I’m not going to do that unless people know what I’m doing so I invite the  local papers to “publicise” what I’m doing. I know none of the shots will be very flattering but it’s not about me it’s about raising awareness and getting the donations in. 

As predicted I went to Chirk on Friday. It hammered down all the way there but fortunately cleared up when we got there.

I took long suffering husband:-

1.      In case of mechanical failure.I really didn’t want to have to carry the bike back 8 miles

2.      In case of physical failure – I really didn’t know if I’d be able to complete the course

3.      In case I was so stiff I couldn’t drive home.

I’d driven the course a couple of weeks ago but I have no perception of distance.

The bike training I’ve been doing has been up some serious hills. Great for strength.  The thing is though when you come down these hills you tend to woosh and not pedal so legs have a bit of a rest. This course was solid pedalling. I had no problems getting to Glyn Ceiriog I seriously worried on the way there whether I would make it back.

Not only do I have no perception of distance. I have no perception of space. I hadn’t realised that I’d been going up hill all the way there so was able pretty much to woosh back. There was a bit of a hill but when I got to the top I was amazed to find I was back in Chirk.

1.      No mechanical failures

2.      No physical failures

3.      I drove home.

As per everything related to Lynne I found a problem. I can’t turn right in traffic. Just hope there’s good marshalls on the day.

 

I have seriously neglected my swimming because I know I can do 16 lengths. Today I practiced getting out of the pool. I have asked for a step lane but there’s no guarantee. I really can’t do it. I’ve got carpet burns on my elbows and my stomach is literally black and blue but… I asked a 7 year old for help. “Easy,” he said “use the filters.” There’s 2 step lanes and 2 filter lanes so I’ve got a 2 to 1 chance of being able to get out. Started doing arm strengthening exercises. Morgan weighs 35lb. If I lift him over my head 5 times from the floor and do three sets as many times a day as he’ll let me I’ll have arms like Arnie!!

 

I dared to go in the pool today in my tri suit with my sports bra underneath.

All in all not a bad week.

 

4 weeks to conquer:-

 

1.      getting out of the pool

2.      turning right in traffic on my bike

3.      running up Moel Famau – not quite but definitely hills, hills, hills and when I’ve finished those more hills.

 

No problem!

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• #2 Comment from lynneevans19Entry Author 
  01/04/08 12:06 | Permalink

  I'm absolutely certain that push ups would help. A for leap frog - the kids are not brave enough. Thanks for your encouragement Thea I love your blog.
• #1 Comment from teresathrs 
  01/04/08 11:00 | Permalink

  Just a thought...
  
  Would push ups be more appropriate training for getting you out of the pool?
  Or playing leapfrog with your kids?  hehe
  
  I havent even tried this yet...maybe tomorrow when I hit the pool.
  
  Keep up the good work.
  
  TriGirl Thea