Not like. Love.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.

I signed up for a triathlon yesterday. It’s on Sunday. In a flight of frustration that I didn’t have any plans for the weekend I jumped and sent $120 over the Internet to the city of Carlsbad. I was sitting in my living room when I did it, so I think it’s fair to say I’ll be racing off the couch.

I’ve wanted to do one for a while, I just haven’t committed. Guess there’s nothing like FOMO and stress and a general level of loneliness and “what am I doing with my life” to get you motivated.

It’s a sprint, so I think I’ll be fine. I’m a bit worried about the transitions, and how I’ll feel running after the bike ride, but I think being a swimmer gives me an advantage. We’ll see how I feel when I get on my bike in a wet bathing suit.

I called my dad after I pressed the “pay now” button to see if he had any advice. He didn’t, really, but it was helpful to hear his voice. Aside from some team swims, all of the open water swims I’ve done have been with him: mainly swimming across Walden and back.

When we would go out there in the morning, a lot of the time there would be triathlon teams training, taking their bikes off of their cars, and piling up their gear on the edge of the lake. I won’t look as organized and I’m sure I’m going to be flailing as I switch legs.

For now, I need to find my goggles, adjust my bike pedals, and practice swimming in my wetsuit.