So a few weeks back - April 21 and 22 - I gave myself a ridiculous weekend. My first triathlon on Saturday, and a 5K on Sunday. Clearly, I have taken leave of my senses.
I'm not even sure what possessed me to do it, but there I was, wearing a bathing suit, in front of actual live people, prepared for a triathlon.
Okay, it wasn't a real triathlon, but for me, it mattered. A group of us participated in the Lifetime Fitness Indoor Tri at Orland Park, and we had a blast. It's time based, rather than distance, you basically you have an hour of activity. They measure how far you go in the pool in 10 minutes; then (after you change out of your suit) you transition to a spin bike with an odometer on it, and that distance is measured over 30 minutes. Finally, you hit the treadmill for 20 minutes. You're scored against everyone else's distance and that's how you get results.
I, proudly, tied for last place. I am not the least bit embarrassed by that. In my 10-minute swim I reached 13.5 lengths of the pool; that's 337.5 meters. In 30 minutes on the bike I went 10.6 miles, and in 20 minutes on a treadmill I ran 1.43 miles. I consider that a success. (Stay tuned for more tri adventures; I'm doing SheRox in Naperville on June 10.)
That's me, Meg and Linda, ready for the pool. I felt like a badass because I had marker on my arm.
Then Sunday brought the Healthy 5K in Hinsdale. Running a hilly course the day after the tri was a tactical error, but it was so worth it to be out running with my girlfriends. I finished in 41:44.2, an average 13:28 minute mile - still very slow by most people's standards, but for me, that was pretty good. Plus, we had breakfast afterward.
Shelly, Meg, Pam, Linda, Me, and Kristin - ready to run!
All in all, it was a great weekend. And the fact that it gave me the confidence to register for a triathlon? Yeah, that's pretty effing cool. Here's hoping I don't make a complete fool of myself, but even if I do ... well ... that's not a horrible thing.