2 days ago was my last training ride before the Big Race this weekend. It was an absolutely beautiful evening, only marred by the screaming of my leg muscles. I think the photo does not do the steep climb justice so I am including a screen shot from my GPS so you can appreciate that it actually is a hill and not just a meandering, gentle walking path from the nursing home.
|Note the lack of 'flat bits'.|
The biggest joy for me about the triathlon in June was the fact that most of my family was involved. It was so fantastic to come across the finish line to big hugs from my sister, sister-in-law, bro, bro-in-law, niece, and nephews! It just feels weird that I'll be finishing and high-fiving myself (before collapsing in a twitching mess).
And speaking of high fives...I would not like to high five my body for how has changed in the last 10 weeks. I found my measuring tape a few days ago and thought it'd be interesting to see if my measurements have changed since I kicked s*it into high gear. Granted, the last time I measured myself was about a week before I went on my Himalayan trip and I was in decent shape then but...
First disappointment: 4 inches gone from chest. Buh-bye.
Second disappointment: no inches gone from thighs or butt.
SERIOUSLY BODY? Seriously???
Great, so now I have the upper body of a 10 year old newspaper delivery boy, and the lower body of a middle-aged Greco-Roman wrestler. That is sub-awesome.
|Um...do these vertical stripes make my thighs look big?|