I've been at this a while. 10 years in triathlon. My first was in the summer of 2003. I would have been the last one out of the water if I hadn't convinced my friend to race with me. We bolted out of T1 on mountain bikes...but we had no idea was "T1" really was.
And so began my triathlon life. I was a runner. I couldn't swim well. And my skinny little legs could turn the pedals...but there wasn't much power. Through the years, I got better little by little. Tackled a few HIM (half ironmans)...and then took a break after a sub 3-hr marathon in May and a sub 5-hr 70.3 in August of 2007. Thought I was done. But late in 2011, the "Ironman" bug started to gnaw at me. The one things I had never really accomplished in my endurance life. I knew I was in trouble then. For whatever reason, I always knew Lake Placid would be the "one" if I ever saddled up to do an IM. And so it was.
The past 12 months have put me in position for tomorrow. I was lucky enough to realize that I needed to "train to train". Just as "one does not simply walk into Mordor", one does not simply hop into IM training on Day #1 of Week #1 of their plan. And that's what tomorrow is. Day #1. 6 months to go.
Some of the questions I will be trying to answer for myself over the next 6 months.
Happy training, my friends.