The Coach

I met my coach last night. She's rad. She has completed a handful of Ironmen, works as a physical therapist, is Canadian, drinks beer, trains hard, is funny, to sum it up bad ass.
Here's a picture of her.
Just Kidding....
But she is rad.
So she's drawing up a plan for me. Swimming is my biggest hurdle and lucky for my slacking the pool's closed until the 25th. It got real real last night. After a totally hermit day of listening to a lot of Justin Timberlake and learning the first half of Thriller on You-Tube, and finding bear poo in the field, we're talking about 8 hour bike rides in the winter, something she calls a "triple threat" that's a 6 mile run into a 40 mile bike, with 3 repeats... I'd better finish thriller before we get this show on the road.
She's full of confidence for me, so that's nice. I'm excited to have a training pal, meet more folks around here, and do it.
It's been a little adjusting moving up here (this is just the trailer).
Easy to get distracted and have structureless days. It's been a great practice in contentment. Letting it be what it is from Yoga at town hall, to popcorn to dinner, runs along the crick, tv on the computer, wandering from one interesting thing to the next like a little animal.