I got ambitious with my distraction tactics a couple weeks ago. I Googled St. Petersburg and triathlon and came up with Escape From Fort Desoto, a triathlon scheduled for 7 a.m. April 10 (my birthday) on one of the most beautiful stretches of beach on the Gulf Coast of Florida.
I’ve never participated in a triathlon, but I’ve always wanted to something fierce. This one seemed like a good beginner race: a .5-mile swim, a 10-mile bike ride and a 4-mile run. How taxing could it be?
The biking part, I’ve got that down. The swimming part, no problem. I once creamed one of my most physically fit (male) friends in a swimming race across Kinzua Lake on a camping trip in Warren, Pa. Sure it was eight years ago, but still. I’m a mermaid.
Running is something else. Running is really, really taxing. I can do it. And in my junior miss days, I could do it fast. It’s just not my preferred method of physical activity because 1.) I’m slightly knock-kneed and 2.) I’m a bicycle fanatic.
So I’ve been training for the run, and this is my running path.
I live in a state with year-round outdoor exercise potential and in a neighborhood with a running path that would infuriate my fellow Buffalonians, even the sedentary ones. The sidewalk you see here is one block from my house. It follows along the edge of Coffee Pot Bayou and then takes a turn into downtown St. Petersburg, where it continues past a small airport and the Salvador Dali Museum.
I usually follow the cobblestone street to a storybook bridge that crosses over into Snell Isle, a sleepy waterfront neighborhood lined with old Florida homes with adorable porches and new Florida McMansions with separate nanny quarters and Escalades in the driveway.
It’s a breathtaking jog for literal and scenic reasons and I’m certain I could convince even the widest of fatasses to tread it. PLUS, I’m stoked to report that I’m running three miles in 30 minutes, which I know is a pittance to you runner-types, but for me, it’s huge.
Now if only my left knee would stop throbbing.
Heather over at alis grave nil: you have any advice for me?
You too Rosey Rebecca. I know you run.
The knee pain is frustrating because I’m on a roll and I don’t want to stop. Tonight, after resting the knee for 24 hours, I left the house with a killer song blasting on my iPod thinking all was well with my bony knobs only to turn around five minutes into the run due to knee pain.
This doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve got a triathlon in less than a month. My first triathlon! Waddya think? Should I ditch my $15 Walmart sneakers for $130 Nike Lunar running shoes?