Countdown to Triathlon - 230 Days, 32.85 weeks to Race Day (See Installment 30 of "The Journey", 220 mile bike ride, below)

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY -

Many people look forward to the new year for a new start on old habits.  ~Author Unknown

           I hope that all of you who read this blog had a very wonderful Christmas and New Year's Eve and Day.  We had Christmas with my Mother, our daughter Laurel and son-in-law Danny, my sister Patti and her family (from Minnesota).  Then, after Christmas, we drove down to southern California to spend a few days with our son and daughter and their families.  It was great to see everyone and spend time with them, but the driving to southern California was not fun.  The traffic was horrendous the entire journey going and coming back.  Too bad we don't have a private jet.  
    







              For once, I am looking forward to getting back to my exercise routine and back on my diet. Losing weight will definitely help me exercise.   Today,  January 2nd, I  made up a schedule for myself so that I can increase slightly each week in all areas of training for the triathlon in August.  I know I have to increase gradually or I will hurt myself and have to wait for healing so I plan to do this in a sensible way (not the way I usually do things - all or nothing!)  I really need all of you so that I can be held accountable.  Otherwise, I'll never complete this training in time for the triathlon.  I'll keep you all posted on how I'm doing.

 The Journey - Installment Thirty

     Since before Christmas, we've left Cindy jogging in place in the streets of New York, she must be really tired by now and discouraged that she hasn't moved an inch in two weeks.  When she sends me her story, I'll post it.  

       In the meantime, after Patti and I saw Cindy, we were busy taking photos while she passed. 

There she is in the blue shorts waving at us.

People were lined up five or six deep on the sidewalk to watch the runners.  The next thing I knew, I couldn’t find Patti.  I called her name and quickly hurried up and down the street as far as the corner but I could not find her.  I couldn’t call her on her cell phone because I didn’t have her number.  Cell phones weren’t as fancy ten years ago as they are now.  I had to eventually call my Mother in Sacramento to get Patti’s phone number, but I still couldn’t reach Patti.  At the time, there had been a logical explanation as to why I didn’t have Patti’s cell phone number.  She was with me and I didn’t need to call her.  Can you say, “Small town girl in the big city with her big girl panties on?”  Or is it “Country Bumpkin goes to the big city?”  It became quite evident that we were ridiculously unprepared for the city.  (Patti says that she had my phone number but I didn’t answer my phone – the battery was probably dead or I had turned it off inadvertently.