Her Name is Babe
Two big sleeps after putting half of my Chanel purse savings down for a new bike, I got to take her home. The past 48 hours seemed like an eternity. In my mind, all I could think about was riding my new bike. Even though it’s still quite chilly in NYC, I convinced myself that the enjoyment of cycling would out weight the wind burns I would experience. With this inflated, hyped up ideal of cycling engrained in my brain, I set off to Gotham Bikes to pick up BABE.
That’s right, it’s not a typo, her name is Babe. I could explain why, or I can just simply say: I had brunch with Will and Chris before I went to the bike shop. At first it was a joke name, but then it started to stick. And now, we have a custom sticker on the way!
Cycling 2.5 miles back to my apartment as fast as I could made this triathlon a reality. Thus far, I’ve only been training for the half marathon, and because of it, am very confident in the running portion. And whenever I imaged the cycling leg of the tri, I am filled with the happy feelings of leisurely cycling along the WSH for hours on end, on my cruiser. Until today, I thought my weakness in the tri was going to be the swim.
I think I thought wrong. Cycling a mere 2.5 miles as fast as I could made my thighs burn. I found myself practicing breathing techniques that I only do when I run. I was feeling muscles that I haven’t used in a long time, especially at this intensity. Then I realized that I’ve never taken a spinning class, nor was ever into speed cycling. Basically I spent 2.5 miles freaking out.
As I spill my guts to Tammy about my fears as soon as I get home, she just says one short sentence: you just need to train.
So here it goes…training.
