Where does it go?

Time, that is.  It's nearly mid-July and I have no idea how it happened.
I know that the official start of summer isn't until late June, which means that July should mean early summer. But, for whatever reason, the 4th of July signals the middle of summer to me. So how can we be half way through summer already?

The whales have been quiet so far and we've only managed two day trips out in search of them. One of these trips marked only the second time we've been completely skunked. That is to say we saw zero whales on the day. Lame. Very lame indeed. But, there is hope on horizon as reports are there are a lot of animals further north than we have been able to check so far. Also, we are heading to the Shumagins on Wednesday which never fails to please. (Knocking furiously on wood).

As for training, it's going along quite well actually. I am enjoying the last hours of a rest week and will rev up again tomorrow.  So far, my long run as been 16 and long ride 66. It's nice to see the mileage building, and yet I must admit that the impending build makes me a bit nervous.

On this road to ironman, I am in a constant state of sheer panic and sheer delight. I have overlapping thoughts of "what am I doing?" and "damn, this is going to be grand."

I've recently discovered the Ben Greenfield Fitness podcast and website. What a great resource. Ben G. is full of knowledge and is so generous for sharing most of it for free. The podcast is a now a regular among my other favorite...IMTalk.

More soon...

What have I done?

I don't think the magnitude of what I did this week has really sunk in, nor will it sink it for a while. On December 1st I registered for the Beach2Battleship full iron distance race. It was inevitable, I think we all knew it. But it is official and now I'm going public.
This morning I went on a longish run with two lovely ladies, Heather and Christy, who were kind enough to invite me along on their traditional 9 miler through Golden Gardens and Discovery Parks. I was stoked. New running friends, new route and it was sunny to boot! Well, my run was rubbish and I was embarrassed in front of what I hope to be new running partners. Of course there is nothing like a crap run to plant that lovely seed of doubt in your mind when you have just committed to doing a full bloody iron distance triathlon.
Am I in for it?