One of those days

I am officially on my third week of triathlon training. And while I'm sure there will be plenty of days like this in the future, I officially had a "what the heck am I doing" moment coupled with a "can I really do this" stream of thought during this morning's swim workout.

To be clear, before I started taking swim lessons I could swim not to drown but couldn't really swim for any distance. I've now got a basic stroke down along with basic breathing. (Those who aren't swimmers, trust me, just working on technique can last you a lifetime.) But the endurance is something all together different. Completing an entire lap (which in the pool I'm working in is 50 meters) leaves me out of breath. On lap three this morning I started to have doubts that I'd make it 400 meters in open water with no pool side to hang on to for a rest.

But as my friends on the bike tour in Italy were fond of saying "change your story." So I faked some confidence and eventually finished 12 laps -- including no stops on the final one.

It wasn't a great workout but I muddled through it. What I'm learning about triathlon training is that consistency may be more important than quality.

At least, that sounds good to me right now.