Oh hey again heifers....
I'm in the first full week of Triathlon Training (I'm trying to make sure I say no bad words when I call it this, because after yesterday, I have a few new bad words that I want to use...)
In short, below is a little clip of the fun I had yesterday...it was my first swim in the training plan. It took courage to even GO to the pool.
Let's lay it out for you step by step. I wake up. Ok that went well. Happy every day that I wake up alive. (Because who wants to wake up dead?)
Take kids to school. No problem there. Always happy to drop them off. Oh come on! Every mom is nodding in agreement.
Come home READY for the swim, mentally. Go look inside my triathlon bucket where I kept all of "those things" hidden away up until yesterday. I KNEW my Speedo (ps why are speedo suits SO not sexy??) bathing suit would be in there with my tri kit, cycling shoes, body glide, etc.. Nope. Bathing suit completely gone. Contemplated taking that as a sign from the Moooniverse (haha see how I did that?! )) but too afraid to lie to my coach. She's little but she's damn strong. She could take me out in one punch!
Search in vain for a few minutes, then declare "SCREW IT!" and put on a 2-piece bathing suit thinking nobody would be at the pool anyway. Throw on a cover-up and head out the door. No problem. I GOT THIS.
Go to pool. Had to sign up at a large "Box" gym because my gym doesn't have a pool. No big deal. Walk in with SWAGGER, I'm telling you, swagggger. The swagger of a heifer in charge. The BOSS heifer. This heifer knows what's UP.
Look in the pool. There are 59 of the world's finest Aqua Fitters in the world, right there, all Aqua Fitting right in front of me. I have nothing against Aqua Fit. In fact, I think it's a great workout.
But all I could think about.... (YOU KNOW YOU WOULD TOO!) is that they are all probably peeing in the pool. In my house we have a sign by the pool. It says, "Welcome to the OOL. Notice there is no P in it. Let's keep it that way!" I mean, maybe it's just me. Maybe I am the only one who would have thought that...but whatever. I don't feel guilty. I don't wanna swim in the urine of 59 of the world's Finest Aqua Fitters this city knows. I just don't.
The class had just started. I was lucky enough to go back into my car and have a call with a dear friend. It's always comforting when other people believe in you and tell you as much. Sometimes that little extra confidence is just what you need and sometimes it fills your heart up. That helped pump me up. I was READY.
The hour passed quickly... I took a big gulp and got out of the car (I mean sometimes that's the hardest step, right?) and sauntered, heifer-style into the gym. I sauntered so hard I may have hurt my hip.
I walk into the pool area, strip down to my 2pc like a boss, ditch the shoes, bust out the workout from my coach thinking "how hard could this possibly be?"
Yeah. Don't be fooled. That workout was rough ... for someone like me - someone that doesn't identify as "an athlete" someone who is more comfortable on the couch with Oprah reruns and Halo Top (ok who are we kidding, with french fries dipped in a vanilla milkshake... if we are going full disclosure here, I'm just gonna lay it all out...)... anyway, the workout was hard. HARD.
I got through it. And again, since I'm in full disclosure mode, I will add that I had to stop multiple times on each lap because I couldn't catch my breath, and I felt a VISCERAL heifer need to scream the F word (not foam-roller, either) at the top of my lungs. The pool area has a beautiful echo which aided in my frustration release. Hearing the F word echoed so loudly made me feel better. So I did it a few times. Thankfully the Aqua Fitters had gone back home by this point....
Here's a video I recorded just at the end of my swim set. Maybe you can relate to it. Follow me on twitter if you're over there at MELISSAKAHN7 for more updates and whining.
I sat down to write this blog post as a way to procrastinate because up next, today, is a "get to know your mountain bike" training day.
I've got my AfterShokz headphones charging. Thankful for them, as the music will help keep me MOOOOTIVATED (ha! I did it again!) while I make a fool of myself now in the 2nd sport, biking. I mean, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?
(You might want to stay tuned).
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