The Bike and The Half Marathon
I continued to run and continued my non-drowning/swim sessions. After a few weeks, I began to become more proficient in the pool and could complete several laps before having to stop to catch my breath.
It was November of 2004 and I had one more piece of the triathlon puzzle to add, a bike. I'd returned to the local bike shop a few times since my initial visit and I'd decided on a bike which was within my budget. The bike shop did not have my size in this particular bike and had to order it. A few weeks later, the bike arrived. Adjustments were made to the bike to fit my measurements. I picked out a helmet and shorts and all of the other stuff I needed. About an hour after arriving, I pushed my bike out the door of the bike shop. My wallet was lighter, but I now had all the pieces I'd need to train for the triathlon.
That first ride was awesome. I only traveled about six miles, but enjoyed every one. I continued riding 3 times each week and was covering 40 to 50 miles per week in no time. I soon had clipless pedals installed on my bike. This presented a new skill for me to learn, but I was up for the challenge. The mechanic at the bike shop told me, “It’s not a matter of if you’ll fall, but when you’ll fall while learning to use clipless pedals”. Not me I thought. This’ll be a piece of cake. Wrong! I drove to the place from which I started my rides. I parked and unloaded my bike, attached the front wheel, put on my new bike shoes and mounted the bike. While holding onto my vehicle, I clipped-in, then let go to begin riding. I failed to give myself enough of a push-off, and though I tried, I could not stop the bike from falling over. I assured the other person nearby that I was ok. It took me a few moments to extract myself from the bike, but I finally freed myself and was ready to try again. This time, I gave a healthy push and was able to begin without tumbling. I was soon accustomed the new pedals.
It was now early Spring of 2005 and I had decided to compete in my first half marathon. I’d been increasing my run mileage and felt good about being able to “finish” the event. I began the event hoping to finish in under two hours. I finished in 1:59:33, however, I later found out the course had been changed at the last minute, adding four tenths of a mile to the course. Nevertheless, I accomplished my goal and had a great time in the process. Next up was the sprint triathlon. The race was in August, so I’d have ample time to get ready for the race.
It was November of 2004 and I had one more piece of the triathlon puzzle to add, a bike. I'd returned to the local bike shop a few times since my initial visit and I'd decided on a bike which was within my budget. The bike shop did not have my size in this particular bike and had to order it. A few weeks later, the bike arrived. Adjustments were made to the bike to fit my measurements. I picked out a helmet and shorts and all of the other stuff I needed. About an hour after arriving, I pushed my bike out the door of the bike shop. My wallet was lighter, but I now had all the pieces I'd need to train for the triathlon.
That first ride was awesome. I only traveled about six miles, but enjoyed every one. I continued riding 3 times each week and was covering 40 to 50 miles per week in no time. I soon had clipless pedals installed on my bike. This presented a new skill for me to learn, but I was up for the challenge. The mechanic at the bike shop told me, “It’s not a matter of if you’ll fall, but when you’ll fall while learning to use clipless pedals”. Not me I thought. This’ll be a piece of cake. Wrong! I drove to the place from which I started my rides. I parked and unloaded my bike, attached the front wheel, put on my new bike shoes and mounted the bike. While holding onto my vehicle, I clipped-in, then let go to begin riding. I failed to give myself enough of a push-off, and though I tried, I could not stop the bike from falling over. I assured the other person nearby that I was ok. It took me a few moments to extract myself from the bike, but I finally freed myself and was ready to try again. This time, I gave a healthy push and was able to begin without tumbling. I was soon accustomed the new pedals.
It was now early Spring of 2005 and I had decided to compete in my first half marathon. I’d been increasing my run mileage and felt good about being able to “finish” the event. I began the event hoping to finish in under two hours. I finished in 1:59:33, however, I later found out the course had been changed at the last minute, adding four tenths of a mile to the course. Nevertheless, I accomplished my goal and had a great time in the process. Next up was the sprint triathlon. The race was in August, so I’d have ample time to get ready for the race.
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