Triathlons

This is my third season to compete in triathlons. I'm still very much a beginner in ability and knowledge. I've thoroughly enjoyed the process of training, buying gear (cause I'm a gear head), and competing against others and myself. I feel like an animal and walk around a little prouder of myself because of what I've been able to accomplish. Pride lasts for all of only 2 legs of the race for me as I see competitor after competitor pass me on the run portion. I've struggled so much with having enough energy to complete the races. I know now that it comes down to nutrition. I need more calories and better planning on what I eat.

I love race day. I love seeing the various types of people competing in the races. People of all shapes and sizes show up and compete (Now of course the elite are all specimens of health and fitness, but the average athlete still looks like they could lose a few). There's an incredible energy in the air prior the start. During the race, as I move from one discipline to the next, I feel like an animal adapting to the circumstances. I'm slowly but surely luring my friends into the sport. My next race is only 12 days away. It's in Guntersville, AL. I'm going to this race with a little something to prove. My last two races were disappointing. As I mentioned, the run portion of the race has killed me. This time, I'm going in a little better prepared. It's a shorter race than the one I completed a few weeks ago so I should be ready physically. Calories, calories, calories will be my mantra. One more full week of hard training, then a tapering week before the race. Race season is winding down, and it's killing me.

Just Created

Somehow I managed to fall asleep on the couch for the 2nd time this weekend before 10 pm. Sounds like I'm living the life of a 60 year old. Or could it be that I've just "played" so hard during the day that my body is just ready to call it quits. I hope it's the latter. I've made my self get up and create this blog which I've been putting off for a while.

Here's my attempt to keep (for prosperity's sake) the thoughts of this 31 year old man from Birmingham, AL, and if someone happens to comment on it along the way, that's cool too. So, raise your glasses to the start of something that hopefully I will use more often than my box of dental floss.

So here's today - Nothing's better than Sunday morning coffee and reading the paper. Having someone to spend it with makes it even better. My wife, Lauren, occupies the other side of the table and competes with me for sections of the news paper. She's really nice, so I usually win. She tolerates my morning ritual of not saying anything unless it is of the utmost importance. Once the coffee has been consumed and the paper thoroughly destroyed, I am ready for the day. I need a plan. I have this crazy need for an agenda for the day. Nothing too strict, but I need activities. So here they are: I did actually make it to the gym for a while. I spent some time in the yard and also tried to fix some of our doors that won't close in the house. Our house was built in the 1950's, and over time the house has settled causing the door frames to be a little off. After a few hours of sanding and chipping away wood. Our doors close only slightly better, and now I have the wonderful job of repainting the doors to cover up my handy work. Just the joys of home ownership. All of this was followed by church in the evening and dinner on the coffee table watching the history channel. More on those two later.