First Day of Official Training:

I don't think the mission that lies ahead has really hit me yet.  I am trying to get it to sink in, but for some reason the only thing I can think of is "Holy Cow, I'm going to train for an Ironman".  I have six months.  Six months.  In the big scheme of things, that isn't very long at all.  That's about how long I trained for my 1/2 Ironman.  And I need to go twice as far.  "Holy Cow, I'm going to train for an Ironman".

I got my first month and a half of training on Friday.  I really don't remember how long I sat and looked at it, but it was a while.  The plan consists of nine days on and one rest day.  Then repeat again.  To be quite honest, I don't think I've ever exercised nine days straight in my life. Then, of course, I worry about the possibility of injury.  What if I give this my all and five months down the road I'm injured and out.  How devastating.

So, today is the very first day of Ironman training.  30 minute run.  I'm assuming the coach is breaking us in easy, because when I got off of the treadmill tonight I thought.  Ha.  Done.  Piece of cake.  Take that Ironman.  In reality, I know that I going to have my work cut out for me.  Life is busy.  Having two  kids who need to be taken to sports, dance, music, gymnastics, oh, and don't forget doctor's appointments.   Juggling life is going to be the hardest part of training.  I know that once I commit to the mileage for the day, I'll conquer it.  Life may get in the way every now and then and I just figure that I'll do what I can that day.  Take what I can get and move on.

God willing,  I will be an Ironman.