I am committed.
I have to go buy a wetsuit.
I have to do pain.
OK OK it's what I'm good at and this is all voluntary so I can't complain...
but I'm just a little scared.
Trying to follow my own advice and channel nervous energy inward.
I have done all of the individual disciplines on their own but Sunday will be the first time I've put everything together and I fully expect to be a jibbering wreck by the end. Hubby said he might come and see the start but he might lie in and come and watch me ride by near home at a more sociable hour (9am). He's coming to the buffet lunch afterwards which is nice.
So instead of doing the “3 Peaks” this year, I’ll be doing the “3 sports” and no doubt I will:
Still find the first leg the most invigorating
Still find the first leg the most invigorating
dipping into cold water instead of getting blown about on Ingleborough
Still find the middle leg the most enjoyable
Still find the middle leg the most enjoyable
riding along the country lane towards Naramata through the vineyards instead of peering over the dry-stone wall towards the lake district beyond.
still find the last leg the most gruelling
still find the last leg the most gruelling
dragging my legs around a 10km run instead of hauling them up Pen-y-Ghent
and yes it does still go up a big steep hill – JOY!.
Pass the Kendal Mint Cake.
1 comment:
Girl said...
You are so granola etc enough for BC- probably the best place in the country for you!
Good Luck, watch out for the poopers if they get in front of you!