I rode 16 miles on the bicycle yesterday and fast-walked two miles at the local track, all as continued preparation for my first triathlon, in September. I’m still on pace to finish at the tail end of the pack.
It’s an odd feeling. I’m a competitive soul. I can hear the theme to “Rocky” while I’m training, but I am for some reason moving in step with “Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”
And no, I can’t. All I can feel is sore legs!