Here I sit, almost ashamed of myself, typing this message as I have folks that I’ve hired to clean up my house. My parents, sister and niece are all coming to visit me in a couple weeks and I want to have the place nice and scrubbed clean for them before they get here.

How is it that I’ll train for hours a day but can’t stand to take a few minutes out of my day to mow my lawn, vaccuum and mop my floors, and just pick up my place in general? I guess I’ve always been pretty lazy. And to add to that, I’ve always been at one extreme or another for most things in my life. If I’m not running, I’m sitting. I don’t really like to walk. If I have to be on my feet moving, I’d rather run to my destination because it reduces the overall time that I have to be on my feet. I remember back in college after our morning swim workouts and how I’d drive to the dining hall to eat breakfast despite it being about 200 yards from the athletic center where the pool was.

My friends call me lazy. People who meet me might be fooled for a while when they hear of my typical training weeks, but soon enough they come to realize what others mean when they say it. It’s part of the reason that I’d like to do a full Ironman race this year. I think I’d secretly take joy in being known as a lazy Ironman triathlete. That way, if anyone every gave me too much crap about it, I could just tell them they should go finish a 140 mile race and to come talk to me after they were done. :)