I recently turned 25 and, until May this year, I’ve hardly done any serious exercise since a half marathon I did in 2009. I hated most of the run and decided to not go again. Thirteen miles was more than enough.
In May something changed. I’ve started running again, going two or three times a week. I’ve joined a running club. I even almost enjoy it sometimes.
One thing I get asked a lot is if I have any goals or a big race planned. Mostly I restarted so I can eat cake and still stand a chance of losing weight, or at least not put on too much (I’m not huge, but I could stand to lose a few pounds). It’s not been much of an answer.
Now I have a real goal: I am going to train for and complete an Ironman before my 30th birthday.
Five years to swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles and run 26.2 miles, then a lifetime of bragging rights.
Seems easy when you see it written down, but I’m starting from nothing. In May I literally couldn’t run half a mile. I haven’t been swimming or cycling in years. Indeed, I actually don’t like cycling all that much. I’m also quite lazy. It’s not exactly going to be a walk in the park.
In the interest of full disclosure, my Mum is already an Ironman (well, Ironwoman), so I’ve got a really useful resource on the end of the phone. Even so, I was one of the girls who walked the mandatory cross country at school in protest against forced competition and exercise.
So, here begins my challenge. My vision for 2020. I will be an Ironwoman by the time I am 30.