Six Weeks In!

Woah, six weeks into triathlon training already! It has been several months since I took the plunge and joined the Iron North Triathlon Club and only several weeks since I committed to completing a 70.3 Ironman race rather than an Olympic Distance, either of which is a challenging endeavor. How is it going you may ask? What challenges have I faced? What have I learned?

Let’s start with the highlights so far. Number one on my list of triathlon related accomplishments is my new relationship with swimming. As many of you who may know me personally, or have read my previous blog post, swimming just isn’t my thing. I used to groan at the mere thought of having to go to the pool. The whole process was a drag; packing up my stuff, getting into my swim gear, showering, the actual attempt at swimming, and then the whole shower and pack up process after. Simply put, I DID NOT WANT TO DO IT. Let’s fast forward a few months later where I follow, as close as I can, the training plan Iron North has laid out for us and I am attending weekly swim sessions with Geordie McConnell from the Ottawa Triathlon Club (OTC). Not only has heading out to a swim workout 2-3 times a week just become a part of my weekly routine, I honestly don’t dread it anymore. I just do it, and sometimes, I even catch myself enjoying it. Secondly, in just six weeks, I already feel stronger and confident that if I were to complete any of the smaller triathlons I participated in last Summer,  tomorrow, I could do it, and I would totally rock it!

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Motivation: And What It Has To Do With Triathlon

I jump in and instantly I am overwhelmed by the sheer coldness of the water. Not to worry though, once I get moving I will warm up…I think. So I dunk my head in, start counting my strokes. One, two, three, breath. One, two, three, breath. One, two, three,  breath…just like I’ve been practicing. One, two… just breath, I’m sure my heart will stop racing soon, but it doesn’t. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I have to stop as the other swimmers overtake me. Their arms knock into my legs, their feet splash water on my face. At least I was ready for this part, they did say not to be alarmed if another swimmer touches you. I let everyone pass, I am still hyperventilating, freestyle is out of the question, so I move forward at an agonizingly slow place using the breaststroke while my uncontrolled breathing is audibly strained. The volunteer pulls up in the canoe next to me and asks if I am alright. I can’t answer her, so I keep moving forward, slowly making progress, waiting for the first instant my feet can touch the bottom. Finally, what felt like hours later, my feet make contact with the sandy bottom, I stand and trudge through the water until I am out. I’m the last one, but I’m done. That horrific experience is over. I give a weak smile to my friend who is enthusiastically cheering me on as I slowly walk to the transition zone, get on my bike, and pedal off into what turned out to be a fantastic Triathlon experience.

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