3 Oh, it's the magic number...

...oh yes it is, it's the magic number. (do you have school house rock playing in your mind now?)

It's my 300th post! Hot Damn I think I have an addiction. Or is it just a healthy way to express myself. Or is it an excuse not to clean my house? Whatever it is, I like it. A lot.

Since we are talking about 3's...and multiples of 3, let me also talk about my triathlon training. Today is only day 2 of training. I started over a month ago but was struck down by the devil germ, salmonella, so today is the official start of my training. Today for the first time, I tried to do a 'brick'. I guess brick is a term for stacking either swimming, biking or running together. Today I did my 10 mile bike ride and I was feeling great. I was careful not to burn too much energy in my legs. It I was climbing an incline in the road, I would just spin gently and not power through with my leg muscles. I took it slow and easy...all while The Black Eyed Peas bumped in my iPod.

I got home, dropped off my bike and started walking. What the fuck? My legs weren't working. I stopped and stretched my quads and changed my music (Paralyzer by Finger 11 if you were curious) to get me amped up and started walking. I wasn't really in pain, but my legs were rubber and just had no energy in them. I turned the corner and got the the main road and I couldn't catch my breath and my heart was burning in my chest. Oh hell no. I thought I was in shape! I stopped until I could breath again and then hobbled home. How pathetic. I think I walked 1/8 of a mile. Oh well a brick is a brick, yes? Maybe if I spiked my gatorade with whey protein I would get the boost of energy I needed to keep moving. Also, next time I am going to try to bike maybe 3 or 4 miles, and then walk one mile...then rinse and repeat once. Biking 10 miles and running on my first brick was probably a bad idea. Live and learn, eh?

Are you bored yet? :D