That's right, you heard me, I'm back on the scene. Tonight was my first track workout (and yes, I do realize that makes me sound like I'm in high school, but if you knew me in high school, you'd know that I spent my time in band and drama so as to avoid any kind of physical fitness--boy has that paid off too!).
What nuggets of wisdom did track practice give me? Well...I'm still slow. It doesn't matter how interesting I find the running conversation, if we're running, I can't last long (as was evidenced when I ended the warm-up conversation with "Can't....talk....too....fast...be...in....back..."). I also was reminded of what asthma feels like (because I may have pushed it a little too hard). And, I'm a freakin' trooper. Even though I was dead last every time (yet running at a faster pace than usual--10 min mile, baby!), I discovered that coming in last has a nice side effect--cheerleaders. Everyone cheered me on. I've never felt so popular--especially in gym class.
So, yay. I'm a triathlete again. And this time, I'm gonna wipe the floor with the elderly competitors....and the morbidly obese....and the one-legged boys. I WILL OVERCOME!
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