Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

It looks as if winter has finally arrived in Cow-town.  I awoke to a skiff of snow on the ground and it's  still coming down.  I am glad that winter's here...it makes going to the gym that much easier for me. 

This past week (week 1 of the winter maintenance program) was good - although the first few workouts were harder than I anticipated.  I'm chalking that up to getting back into the groove of things, and not my overly successful recovery period (from August through to now).

Yesterday, we did the Santa Shuffle - a 5K - with Jocelyn.  We signed up for it a couple months ago, and completed the learn-to-run program at the Running Room.  I agreed to stay with her for the whole race and we crossed in 41 minutes...it was a great milestone for her.  For me, it was a challenge to go that slow (never thought I'd say that).

Today is a "double brick", like a single brick isn't enough - someone thought a bike-run-bike-run combination looked like a good idea. Luckily, it's not an overly long session, so it shouldn't be too difficult.  

All for now...

Let the training begin...

Well we're back from Mexico and recovery season is officially over. Tonight I signed up for my own beginner triathlon membership and created both a winter maintenance and half-Ironman training program to keep/get me on track.  I moved today's workout to Saturday, as I didn't realize it was going to start immediately (I was sorta hoping for another couple of days to ease into it). Talk about hitting the ground running.

Oh well, no rest for the wicked...and have I been wicked (at least in my eating).  I have to admit I am looking forward to getting back on the wagon (I have been doing some light running off and on), so this is exactly what I have been looking for. 

It has been an emotional couple of weeks.  The highs of Mexico were quickly erased with the news of my brother-in-law, who lost his long battle with cancer last week. That was also an eye-opener for me to get back on track and with the program.  It's ironic how it takes something so serious like death to wake you up.  I'm glad his battle is finally over and his suffering has finally ended.  I'm also thankful for the people in my life, you all know who you are - especially Alan and Jocelyn.

I doubt I'll be blogging much more than once a week...we'll play it by ear.

Lator gators...