Fitness in the Air

I’ve been trying to leave all the “workout” posts to Hubs; it’s the primary focus of his blog and I try not to steal his thunder.  (Speaking of Hubs’ website he just posted a riveting post about chafing--go check it out here.)  Anyway, last month Hubs signed me up to complete a full Ironman between Valentine’s and St. Patty’s day.  Who voluntarily agrees to moves themselves 140.6 miles?  To date I’ve completed roughly 2,000 meters in the swim—still need 2,000 more.  I’ve logged 50 miles on the bike—still need 62 more.  And as far as running the 26.2 miles—how does 1.5 sound?  Can you tell which leg of this Ironman I’m least excited about?  I don’t know what it is about running….it’s good for you, it helps you lose weight, it gives you energy, but I just HATE it.  Last summer I ran with Hubs a lot.  He LOVED it.  And I loved spending time with him.  But I just can’t get back at it.  Hubs always asks me to go and I can usually come up with about 45 reasons why I’m not going—“oh, it’s too late,” or “oh, I have homework,” or  “my tummy hurts,” or my personal favorite, a simple, ”no.”  But now, Laurie is in on the running too.  I’ve agreed to run the “Rock the Parkway 10k” with her.  So, this week I have no choice but to start running again…. 

Oh, and tonight I’m headed back to Fight Club with mom.  And dad.  After months and months of begging and pleading mom started going to fight club last spring and she really enjoyed it but then we stopped last summer.   And now she has agreed to come back!  I went back for the first time last week and it nearly killed me.  Mom doesn't take a simple 'no' when I say I don't want to do something so hopefully she will keep attending.  A little accountability never hurt anyone....  

If I keep this pace up--I will definitely be ready for swim suit season!