A couple of months ago I decided I wanted to start training for a triathlon again. I have done a few triathlons in the past, but it’s been a few years now since doing any. However, I’ve always had it in the back of my mind to do an Ironman triathlon sometime in my life. So when my brother started training for one himself, I was determined that I wasn’t going to be left behind. There is a sprint triathlon in early November that I decided would be a good one to aim for (since the idea of trying to do an Ironman at this point was causing me panic attacks), so that’s my plan.
The trouble is I’ve never been so out of shape before, especially when I was doing triathlons. I’m about 30 lbs. heavier than I was back then, so everything is so much harder! Even a 20-minute bike ride or a low-impact strength training session leaves me exhausted for the rest of the day. It feels like I have a Mt. Everest-sized mountain to climb and I’m barely getting past a single pebble with each workout. Nevertheless, I’ve been plugging away and even seeing a little bit of progress. I enjoy exercising, so even a short run or swim usually puts a smile on my face. Now mind you, I’m still expecting to finish last in the November triathlon, but I’ll be excited to have finished at all.
So things seemed to be going well as I was gearing up for said triathlon until one morning about two weeks ago when I woke up with the tell-tale signs of a urinary tract infection. I was able to start on an antibiotic by that evening, but I still did not manage to catch it in time to keep it from progressing to a severe kidney infection. For the next week I suffered through e
xtreme pain, sleepless nights, and the havoc wreaked on my body by heavy antibiotics. I even ended up in the emergency room one evening. After a few days, though, the antibiotics finally kicked in enough for the pain to subside. I was still too
weak to get off of the couch for several days, and even now I have to be careful not to overdo it. Needless to say, my training has come to a screeching halt. The triathlon is
only about 3 weeks away at this point, and I barely managed to walk/run two miles this morning, emphasis on the walking. Have you ever played the game Temple Run, where your character is running at top speed, and if you don’t jump at the right time he slams into a wall? That’s what I feel like just happened to me.
I’m not certain now if I’ll be able to do the triathlon. I would still like to do it, but now I’m certain I will be last place, and I’m not certain that I’ll be able to finish it. I guess I’ll just remain optimistic and see what these next 3 weeks bring.