I am as surprised as you are. It seems I’ve got exactly 140 days to whip my ass into Ironman shape. That’s one day for each mile I will cover on the Ironman course on November 2nd. Hold on while I go freak the eff out.
2.4 miles of swim + 112 miles of bike + 26.2 miles of running = holy shit
I knew I’d do an Ironman before I died, but since I’m not supposed to kick the bucket until I’m 86.6 years old (see where I figured my life expectancy HERE) – I figured I had a few more years before I took on the FCIMC (F$cking Crazy Ironman Challenge).
But…remember I told you about that little opportunity I applied for to be sponsored by X²Performance?
Seems they took me on their team! Found out today. Couldn’t wait to tell you.
Who is coming to Panama Beach, Florida in November to cheer me on? No one? Ok. Maybe I can talk my family into ringing a cowbell and throwing me some toilet paper and Ibuprofen. I wish Heidi could be there. Did you know that November 2nd is actually her birthday? I know this from her microchip. How coincidental is that?
Seriously, I am out of my mind excited and terrified all at once. I have no doubt in my mind I can do this thing, hell yes I can. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have those WTF moments when I question my own sanity and abilities. As my mom said today, “I had no clue when you were born you’d do this kind of stuff.” Me neither, mom.
So, for the next few months this blog will be heavy on the training stories, many of which I’m sure will be humbling and funny (hey! I farted in the pool!) and sometimes inspiring. Please hang with me on this journey. I know I’m going to need your support more than ever.
SUAR
PS: Since I am a girl I already calculated if I will have my period on November 2nd. I will not. Let the celebrating begin.
PPS: Anyone know of a good 18 week beginner’s Ironman training plan? I need to get going on this thing.
