Today was the first day of my training for Ironman Coeur d'Alene and I am already behind schedule. I planned on starting training on January 1, but I was indisposed with some very important work that required my full attention, in Maui on a beach, so I missed out on 16 days of training and I am now feeling guilty for missing training. To be completely honest, which I try to do from time to time, I am not overwrought with guilt, so let's just drop the whole guilt topic now.

I have a training calendar that I plan on following. It has the next six months of my life listed out like a grocery list. A ripe avocado, Cheerios, run an hour, two cans of soup. Today's calendar called for 1.25 hours of strength training, so I rode a spin bike for 30 minutes followed by 30 minutes on the treadmill. A good start. Not great.

According to my countdown clock, I have 159 days, 9 hours 32 minutes before the big event. So that is kind of a finite thing. That countdown clock offers too much definition for my taste. I am not comfortable with deadlines. I do think I would enjoy this process much more fully if I were working on a less strict timetable, something like the engagement of an unwilling bridegroom. I would feel less stressed if it was just 'someday soon' or 'when I am ready'. So that sucks.

Enough blog for today, more blog tomorrow.