...okay, it wasn't bad, bad. Not epically bad, not Paula Radcliffe poop my pants on the street bad (close enough), just not a great race.
So, anyway. Enough with the poop talk.
Out with the old (bad) races and in with the new....as in new coaches.
I am SO excited (and scared and then excited again) to have a real-deal-no-jokes-make-me-work-my-butt-off triathlon coach, Jen Harrison (formerly Parker -- no wonder I had to have her as my coach, right?)
I had been a fan of Jen's blog, saw that two of my blog buddies (Angela Kidd and Mama Simmons -- both mommies themselves and sickeningly fast to boot) were coached by Jen (who is also a mom to twins in addition to being Miss uber-triathlete herself) and thought....Why not this year?
Why wait? (I thought I would want to wait until next season for a coach)
I want to get fast this year.
LET'S DO THIS.
BRING ON THE PAIN TRAIN.
Well, maybe not so much of a pain train. Er, let's not get crazy, Jen. I may have spoken too soon. I tend to do that..
How about an "hurts only a little bit tricycle" instead?