Maybe it was my purple face, or the smell of sweat, or the sound of gurgling coming from my collapsed lungs...I'm not sure what drew them in, but I swear I saw vultures. After my twelve-mile bike ride and the subsequent three-mile run I thought I had died and gone to triathlon training Hell. Then I realized I hadn't done the swim and figured I was just in Purgatory - Hell would come soon enough!
While my training has suffered in light of some personal issues that have been taking over my life, I am certainly stronger and in better shape than I was when I first started this self-inflicted agony. Hills aren't nearly as painful as they once were, and first gear is used less and less. I still look like a dork with my purple face and my bicycle helmet, but at least I'm a dork getting in shape. :)