Today my ego wrote a check my body couldn’t cash!


I’ve always wanted to do a mini triathlon. Some places call them triathlon sprints. Basically it consists of swimming between one third and one half a mile, followed by between 9-12 miles of biking and ending with a run anywhere in the range of 2-4 miles.

I found one.

An indoor one–swimming pool, stationary bike and treadmill–great way to start.

I haven’t worked out in over a year.

I learned about the triathlon a week and a half ago.

Time to kick it into warp drive.

I swam (3x).

I biked (2x

And I ran (3x)

My times weren’t bad.

I should probably mention that I swam before I biked or ran. I had to double up to see if I could take it. You know, sort of a biathlon in preparation for the Triathlon.

 Then I did something incredibly stupid. First, I decided that I needed to try the full deal two days before the event because I didn’t know if I could put all three legs of the thing together.

Next, I ignored my wife (who has done more than 14 triathlons and sprints as well as 4 half marathons and 2 full marathons) who strongly urged me not to do the full triathlon so close to the actual event. That would be like running a marathon two days before the marathon. She reasoned. No one does that. Your body can’t take it!

Oh contrar, I replied. Most bodies could not take it, but need I remind you how much running and skiing and other athletics I used to do? I am a well oiled machine. That’s why you married me.

The key words there being, used to do.

She just rolled her eyes and said, ‘you always have to learn the hard way. Why should this be any different.’

The gun went off at 9:05 am.

The ambulance arrived at 10:00 am.

Just kidding.

But I felt that bad!

I cramped up.

I seized up.

I spazed out.

And I got the worst time I ever got (including all practices).

It was still pretty good, but not what it could have been.

Not what it should have been.

Believe it or not, this has spiritual implications.

I’ll tell you tomorrow what they are.