I have wanted to try doing a triathlon since I was a teenager. This year, I decided to go for it and sign up for a sprint triathlon coming up in a few months: 500m swim, 15 mile bike ride, and 5k run. I figured it would be fun and keep me motivated to get those daily workouts in! Unfortunately, the darn event sold out the same day I tried to register, but I put Ashley and I on the waiting list. The plan is to train and be ready, and since we are near the top of the wait list, hope that we will get in.
Tuesday, I decided to bike instead of run for my morning workout. My bike had a flat tire, and since I was on a tight time schedule, I grabbed the first bike I saw in the garage and set off. After about a quarter of a mile, I was DYING! How could this possibly be so hard when I've been running for months?!
Thinking I had the thing geared wrong, I tried every combination of gears I could try... and was still dying. Discouraged, I headed home. 4 minutes. 4 MINUTES! That was all I could do.
Later, I was telling Cameron my tale of woe, and how much work it was going to be to work up to 15 miles when a half mile almost did me in.
He said, "By any chance were you on Ashley's bike?"
Me: "I don't know. I took the purple one."
Cam (laughing): "Yeah - that's Ashley's! Her brakes constantly make contact with the wheel. I tried to fix it for her Saturday but couldn't get it without taking the whole thing apart. You rode the whole time with the brakes on!"
Do you see that? Sure enough, I had been riding with the brakes on. Looking forward to trying again... after I fix the tire on my OWN bike.