Consistency. It's What's For Dinner.

And breakfast, lunch and snacks.  That is, it needs to be.  I have a bad habit that I'm going to admit here for all of you:

I am an inconsistent athlete.

Shocking, I know.  Especially given my amazing athletic prowess.

What will happen is, I'll find something that inspires me (e.g. the Kona Ironman on the ol' Tivo) and jump into action.  I'll train appropriately for a time.  Sometimes a day, sometimes a few weeks.

 Then something comes up, be it illness,

visitors,

work,

what have you; any old excuse will do.  I will then start declaring to TriGuy (hey, if I get an alter ego he should get one too) that

Ya know, so I can stay on track. And then another week goes by and

Oops. I. Did-it-again-uh.

(I'm a dead ringer for Ms. Britney, aren't I?)

Now I realize that swimming twice a week, plus running and biking comes out to 4 workouts and is a decent fitness regimen...but it is not what real triathletes would call a training plan. Their plans look like this:

Mine?

Ta-Da!

That is, if I actually *had* a plan.  Which, coincidentally, I'm going to make...................Next week.

I Run Like a Girl.

And I don't mean:

I run like a kick-butt Ironman winner.

That's Chrissie Wellington.

Or an Olympic marathon winner.

And that there is Constantina Tomescu.

I mean, I run like this girl.

Oh sure;  I would like to think that I run with my core tight.

With my arms relaxed and elbows bent.  (Of course.)

With a gentle, lovely gazelle stride. (Natch.)

HOWEVER...I happen to know from my horrendous enlightening race photos that I swing my arms from side to side when I run. Like yay:

And that I tend to shuffle on my toes.

(which, coincidentally led to some very annoying foot pain, so I don't recommend it.)

I also happen to know that my left shoulder likes to hang out somewhere in the vicinity of my left earlobe, giving me a posture that Nostradamus wouldn't envy.

Furthermore, my hips tend to swing from side to side because my gluteus mediuses...medii? (read: buttocks) are not strong enough.

Meaning, if you saw me running toward you it would look something like this:

Alright, now who wants to be my running partner?? (I promise I'll make ya look reeeaalll good...)




NEXT POST: I've got a couple I'm working on so we'll see what shakes out first. (And for the record, this was not the crazy train post...that one's still in progress).