My “You Know You’re a Triathlete when…” moment

Today I was in my bathroom and I had my first unique “You know you’re a triathlete when…” moment. Mine is this: You know you’re a triathlete when you realize that you have not showered in your home for many weeks! I realized this when I saw that my “home” towels have not moved from their spots in a long time and probably need to be washed because they have dust on them! Actually, that brings me to another one: you know you’re a triathlete when you have “home” towels and “gym/pool” towels. It is funny to me at how normal it is now to shower in a public shower room and to always be wearing flip flops in the shower!

Alas, I went to the pool today to get in my swim. I ditched out on the 6:30am swim with my training buddies, but was glad to hear that they ditched out too. It was a mutual ditching! We went in the afternoon instead, but at different times. Oh, communication is important! The swim went well, but I was doing my repeat workout when I realized that doing backstroke hurts my neck a ridiculous amount – definitely more than it should. The way the arms move must pinch my neck in “just the right way” to make a big difference in my comfort level with the stroke. In fact, it downright hurts! Other than that, I generally don’t hate backstroke. My coach has said that I can forgo the backstroke in lieu of my second-most-disliked stroke: the free pull. It’s not so much that I don’t like doing it, but I hate pull buoys! More specifically, I hate how when I turn at the end (flip turn or just regular turn) the pull buoy falls “down” from between my knees to between my ankles. This causes me much irritation and I spend most of the next length trying to work its way back to between my knees. Maybe I need to work on holding onto the pull buoys tighter. Oh, the drama in the pool! My coach has accused me of just hating to train… I told him that I love to train when I can just do freestyle!

Tonight I have a bike planned with intervals. It should be fun. I’m going to watch Sex and the City and sweat. I can’t wait to start biking outside! Please, Spring, come sooner rather than later… this is getting ridiculous!

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