You know our Half Ironman is in less the 16 weeks don't you Danielle?

Mmmm, there are certain sweet nothings my husband whispers to me that send shivers rippling down my spine and cause a bloom of sweat to form over my skin. The line, You know our half Ironman is in less the 16 weeks wasn't necessarily sending the kind of shivers I like following a sweet nothing being whispered. But it is the truth, we have less then 16 weeks to prepare ourselves for this race.

My husband is ready I think. He goes out on his hellaciously long bike rides with his fellow spandexed buddies. He typically rides for 40 plus miles. Me, I have been hopping on the trainer and riding for an hour and a half. I might be covering 24-25 miles. Then I follow it up with a half hour or so run right now. I need to get myself back into the pool. I know I can swim a mile, I need to add a quarter of a mile to that. Those words sent me into such a panic, I keep telling myself I cannot miss a day of training. Today I did core work and yoga to build my muscles to be up to this task. Not nearly enough, not nearly enough training. Where am I going to find the time, how is everything in my life going to get done?

I keep thinking to myself, why did I agree to this? Why? I mean it's one thing to think you can do a sprint triathlon, heck that's nothing really, you're done in around an hour and how many minutes. A Half Marathon, shoot that's nothing more then a training run anymore. A full marathon, I want to make that a yearly event in my life. An Olympic distance triathlon, yeah, I can do those too. Not nearly as scary as I had feared, but now we are talking about a race with Iron in the title. We're not talking about something where you're going to see a tremendous cross section of weights and abilities. We are talking about something that you can qualify for Kona with. The mother of all triathlons, the holy grail for Pete's Sake!!! Ugh, what am I doing??? I have only done one Oly to Brad's ten thousand!

Maybe, while the sweet nothings I like were being whispered and I started to shiver, my husband threw in the "Let's do a Half Bits" (his nickname for me but that is a blog for another day) And in my delirium from those whispers I like, I choked out an exasperated yes I'll do it, sending shivers down my husband's spine and the bloom of sweat across his skin because those are the sweet nothings he likes to hear....