Count down to training

"Aren't you the one who said that you don't like to sweat?"my sister-in-law, Angela, said to me today as we discussed my desire to start training for a triathlon.

"Yup. That's me," I replied.

"You know that participating in a triathlon is going to make you sweat, right?" she shot back.

You see, I am not an athlete.

Sure, my parents put me in gymnastics when I was three. It was most likely to keep my from climbing the walls; hoping it would keep me from using the back of the couch a balance beam. It didn't work. In fact, I'm pretty sure it just encouraged me. I stuck with it for seven years until I entered fifth grade. In my infinite ten-year-old wisdom I announced that I wanted to quit gymnastics to become follow my heart: cheerleading. So my parents switched me from gymnastics to tumbling. Sadly, I quickly lost interest and thus ended my Olympic dreams.

There were the couple of years that I played soccer in a rec league. My dad was the coach. Probably the only reason why I actually got to play. Not that he played favorites. He made sure that all the kids got time on the field, no matter how bad they were. My prowess on the field was probably the reason why I never got to take over the coveted goalie position, now matter how much I begged. The parents of the kids that actually had talent were probably frustrated enough.

And I did play baseball in my church's baseball league. I remember the exhilaration of hitting the ball and making it to first base for the very first time. Sadly, it was in the last game of the season. In the last inning.

Which brings me back to the conversation that I was having with my sister-in-law.

I have come to the decision that I am going to participate in the Pigman Triathlon in June.

There's a lot of sweating that's going to happen between now and then.

Training begins November 1st.

T minus 4 days and counting...