Tri training update

I think I'm something like six weeks out from the sprint tri on Mother's Day. I'm really panicking about it. I know I'm capable of doing each leg on its own...swim 400 meters? Sure! Bike 12 miles? Definitely, I just did it this past Saturday. Run a 5K? No problem. But putting them together and having the transitions in between? I'm going to be a freakin' basket case as it gets closer. I'm really nervous about the run because every time I've tried to run after biking (albeit every time was going from a spin bike at the gym to running on a treadmill), my calf muscles have cramped up. It has me very worried. THe husband thinks I need more electrolytes (it is what plants crave, so maybe my muscles crave it too), so I may try having some Gatorade on my bike ride before I run. This weekend I have slated an eight mile bike ride followed by a one mile run, so we'll see how that goes for me. I'm not super concerned about the transition from swim to bike, I kind of view that as mostly having to remember everything I need to take on the bike. I'm going to wear a tri shirt and tri shorts, so I'll just be able to grab what I need, get on the bike, and go. I'm just worried that my legs are going to give out on the run or cramp up and I won't be able to do anything. Ugh! I also need to review official triathlon rules so I don't end up getting disqualified for some silly little thing that I should have known.

I can swim a mile, can you?

I feel like I'm part of some elite swimming club now. A week and a half ago I swam a mile straight--33 laps! I'm still pretty amazed with myself. Isn't it incredible what your body is capable of doing?? When I first started swimming eight-ish weeks ago, I could barely swim two laps without feeling like I was going to die or my heart was going to explode. And then I swam a mile. My BFF Jen also swam a mile and was telling her five year old son about it. He asked if that was something everyone could do, and she said no! We figured other than us there are just two people we know of that can do it (or have done it)--my husband and our friend Tessa. That made me feel even more bad ass for it.