Today, I began training for an Ironman Triathlon.
I do my best work when I have a goal to focus on, so why not shoot for one of the most challenging tests of physical endurance out there? I’ve decided to start cataloguing the trial and error of this ridiculous effort.
Surprisingly, the swim went fairly well. As in, I completed the workout I decided on before hopping in the pool, which is always a small accomplishment. For my first time actually doing a workout in around 9 months, I was just happy not to require the assistance of a lifeguard.
But life had to strike sometime… bear with me and picture this moment–
College weightlifting room.
Packed with males trying to show each other up.
One other female within eyesight.
Me, using fairly light weights, because 9+ months and way too many cigarettes.
20-25 minutes into my workout.
And suddenly . . .
One man finally had the decency to alert me of this minor issue:
“Excuse me, ma’am. Your shorts seem to have split down the back.”
So, that happened.
“Happy first day of training! Hope you’re extra determined to reach this goal!” —Life