A 15-mile bike ride to and around Central Park on this mild, sunny day in August marks the end of triathlon training week five. I asked my boyfriend if he could see a difference. A flatter tummy? Chiseled calves? Yes, he says. You're much more tired and cranky.
So I am not a natural get-up-and-goer at six a.m., and feel a bit wiped around 11 o'clock at night, when I'd normally be grabbing a snack and settling down anxiously for my nightly dosage of The Daily Show. But I have to say, when I'm awake, I'm really awake.
Yesterday I polished off a five-mile run and felt like I could keep going. Who, me?
Cranky or not, I'm enjoying it all. What I'm enjoying most of all is the bragging rights. To someone I haven't seen in awhile, "Did I tell you that I'm training for a triathlon?" (beam boast boast) So what if I'm more impressed with myself than anyone I tell.
Five weeks down. Seven more to go.
