And....

It's no longer my birthday. Nope, instead it's the first day of training. How did this happen, I wonder? I had, using my fingers, calculated that I didn't need to do anything for, at least, another week. December 28th, I had told myself. Then, after being pestered, repeatedly, by someone who shall not be named but knows who he is, I sat down with the calender and plotted out my training, week by week. Low and behold, today is the first day of training.

30 min. swim.

Not too bad, not as bad as some of the workouts I had to fit into the small boxes on my calendar. 5 1/2 hours bike, 1 hour swim, 3 hour run. (or something like that, I've already blocked them out - that way I can be shocked yet again, when I flip the month over and see all that writing)

30 min. swim. Followed by dinner at Sumac Ridge (our we're leaving Penticton for Prince George commiseration dinner)

I can do that, easy. :)

One work out at a time