Moments of Truth

For a while now, I've been the person in all of my social circles; work, friends, family etc., who is the workout queen. What I've found is that in reality most people, or at least most of the people in my orbit, don't work out at all. Those who do work out, well, they are the three times a week gym goers. So, for quite a while now, I've been walking around all cocky thinking (to myself of course) "That's right, I'm THE (wo)MAN. I swim, bike and run. I do two activities in one day. I spend hours at the gym every day. I so rock!!" But then I started reading the blogs. And about the training hours of the bloggers.

Now, at first, my highly developed senses of denial and avoidance kicked in, and I consoled myself with the idea that these people were training for Ironman. I mean, of course I'm not training like Ironmen. After all, I'm only recently Sprint (wo)Man!.

But then I noticed that a workout total of a non pending Ironman. Her total: 17.5 hours last week. And so I addedup my hours for the past week (to the best of my recollection). My total: 10.5 hours.

17.5 hours.

10.5 hours.

This resulted in an Oh My God! moment. Initially, it was "Oh My God, I am a total wimp."

However, as with most Oh My God! moments, in the end there turned out to be an upside and a downside. The downside was that I got kinda bummed out and went on a junk food binge (dinner = 6 mini chocolate cupcakes with frosting + 2 slices lemon loaf cake + milk).

The upside was that I realized that I could use some help in figuring out how to train and how much to train, and what to train. And so, after my self induced hyperglycemic coma wore off, I started looking into different options; maybe a coach, maybe training plans from the internet, maybe something else. I haven't decided yet on which one I'm going with but it feels like I've started asking the right questions.

Speaking of questions, anyone know how many hours of training I have to do to make up for dinner? 17.5?!!