How not to train for a Triathlon

The Give-it-A-Tri Triathlon is about 2 weeks away and I have trained with the ferocity of someone who is not actually training for anything at all.

My sister and I have been jointly commiserating over our somewhat inconsistent training schedules. What should be a daily routine hasn’t quite blossomed much past a few days a week, bracketed but discussing how much we have not trained and what we consumed. I feel like an expert on how not to train for a Triathlon. Give-it-A-Try…to be a SLOTH.

In my defense I have had a lot going on these past few months. All of which veered more towards eating salted chips and drinking wine with near professional commitment than exercising. But more on that busyness in a later post.

I am hoping that because it is a MINI triathlon other, hopefully elderly, injured or just far less fit people will also be participating and thus make us seem distinctively athletic. On Trudy’s suggestion – and on my appreciation of the fact that lake Ontario never really gets much warmer than freeze-your-knickers-off-cold – we have rented wetsuits for the swim.

We plan to put them to good use based on the assumption that they will make us buoyant. The bike ride and run are an entirely other issue. In any event we are excited because it will be tons of fun and we plan to cross the finish line together even if it takes us all day.
And it just might.