Miles were a bit down this month, as house projects went up in priorities.
I ran nine, then seven, then thirteen, then eight.
The positive in training came when we visited my brother-in-law in Southern California. We had planned to visit his family next month, at the same time his twin brother was to be going out from Colorado. He happened to mention that he planned to run a Marine Corp triathlon while we were going to be there. I found that the event was open to civilians, and committed to compete with him. (As opposed to competing again him. That would seem to imply that I may be of some competition. I am not.)
So, August 6, the date of my first triathlon.
Having an event really sharpens my workouts. When I am training with a purpose I push harder and more consistently. When I train with a porpoise I get wet and eat raw fish.
