Undecided

One of my college roommates is doing an August triathlon not far from Joe's new city, and I am thinking about registering for it. I am still undecided, though.

Triathlon training is a non-trivial commitment, and I am way out of that groove. Since I started lifting in 2021, I have struggled to be consistent with endurance training. It's one of those self-perpetuating cycles: I don't run very much because I'm in bad running shape, which means I remain in bad running shape. I am discontented with my level of aerobic fitness, and also daunted by the prospect of addressing it in a consistent and systematic way.

This is objectively silly. I think I will be much happier in August if I commit to doing the thing -- showing up for the workouts and rebuilding the fitness -- than if I flail around in anticipatory distress. It is true that the runs will be hot and sweaty; it is true that I will need to adjust my priorities to fit in triathlon training.

I'm not quite ready to pull the trigger. You can probably see me standing on the edge of the pool, worried that it will be too cold if I jump in.