I’m very new to this and have caveman-like coordination, so I don’t have a lot of great advice or tips. I run only when chased, the last time I swam I was yelling Marco Polo, and I had a beehive lodged in my hybrid bike, so the idea of doing a sprint triathlon seemed a bit farfetched. So far the training has been enjoyable and it has been rewarding to see the changes in myself. My event is about five weeks away, and currently I would not be able to finish it, but my daily progress tells me I’ll get there.
My genetic makeup has a very strong procrastination gene so I’m used to not being ready until the end, which gives me some consolation in my progress to date. Light years ago I finished a marathon and did a 500 mile bike ride, so I'm not too worried about the last two thirds of the sprint-- it’s the swim leg that is letting doubt creep in. A 6’6” man who currently tips the scales at 243 pounds is probably not the ideal shape to be pulling through water, but I’m doing what I can to reduce the weight drag (over 20 pounds to date). And good swimmers look tall on TV, so maybe the height is a good thing.I’m Swimming! I’m Swimming!There’s a scene in the movie What About Bob, where Bill Murray is tied to a sailboat and he yelling with exuberance, “I’m sailing, I’m sailing!” Well that’s pretty much sums up my swimming. Yes I have shorts on, I’m in the pool, splashing and moving , but calling it swimming at this point is a disservice to the others in pool who are actually swimming. Seriously, I couldn’t even find the pool on the first morning, since my local Y decided on a simplistic locker room including no signs. Yes, I knew where the pool was, but I just couldn’t get to it. Finally, after opening the seventh door, I found the pool.
Upon entering the pool for the first time, a mix of bad swim class memories (same exact pool 27 years ago) and a feeling of ”Dang! That water’s cold!” immediately hit me. Trying to fit in, I pushed of the wall right away, dropped my head, and proceeded to flap my arms and suck up pool water like a feeding whale. I quickly reverted to the breaststroke so I could get out of the deep end. In these first few seconds, my triathlon goal sunk quicker than my legs and torso had. I now knew this was going to be a lot harder than I imagined.Since then, I’ve been doing a mix of breaststroke and freestyle to get my training yardage in, and have used neighbor’s pools to try out tips from the web. Once I start swimming, instead of thinking what I should be doing, I will probably be better off.That costs how much?With the arrival of our first baby in February, a single income and everyday living, the disposable income fund seems a little smaller. My “new fad” (as my supportive wife calls it) doesn’t rank too high on the list. I did have the bike tuned up, beehive removed, and splurged on entry level clipless pedals, shoes, and a bike computer. I still use a pair of baggy swim trunks, but did buy earplugs and goggles. I am wearing bike shorts from seven years ago, and workout gear from the past five years from when I was “going to get in shape” and needed to look good doing it. A heart monitor is on my wish list, along with some tri shorts, but I know I can get through the sprint without them.My blog title is in reference to our son, Cole. I take him in my head every day I train. The sense of accomplishment and achievement will be great but, more importantly, I want to achieve a higher level of health and fitness so that I will always be there for my son and so that is why “I tri for Cole”.
Chicago Bears Football,Downhill Skiiing, Cornhole or other beer drinking sports, Yardglass Chugging, Wasting time in the garage, Using my 1/2 year of art schooling