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Should I tri it??


I am thinking of doing a triathlon. A sprint triathlon. In October. My hubby wants to do it too, so it would be our first "race" together. A sprint triathlon is totally doable. .25 mile swim. 14 mile bike. 3.1 mile run.


And although I really want to do it . . . I am not sure if I should. I have never taken a swim lesson in my life. Which means that, even though I can swim freestyle, it is quite laughable. But, I got a wet suit for $3 at the thrift store this weekend, so I am all set as far as gear for the swim!


And, I am not too comfortable on a bike. Other than the last month, I have not ridden on a bike on a road since I crashed while biking down Haleakala in Maui (that was 8 years ago!). On my behalf, I have biked a good deal the last month and am getting more comfortable on a bike, but if I have to go down a hill, I am sure I will be applying pressure to the breaks the whole time. Oh, and I have a very cheap, Craigslist special, mountain bike that is in no way made for a triathalon, but it will have to do.


The run? Well, 3 miles is a breeze for me, so I am not too worried about that.


I am not concerned about time. Eventhough, I do not want to come in last, I guess I would be OK with it if I did. As long as I finish.


So, what do you all think?


Should I tri it?
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  2. Hi. I'm Cheryl's sister from the west coast, we met at the pool this summer. I say go for it. I've done a few and they are a blast to do esp if you can spend the time w/ your hubby. There is a wealth of info on how to prepare. Do and little research and training and have fun!

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  3. Dont worry. You will do great. I did one of these in highschool. My running and biking were pretty laughable:D

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  4. Of course you should go it!!!! Get training

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