Atlantean Chains

I dreamed about racing last night. One of those disjointed race dreams where things start off well for the most part but then you realize you're wearing a life jacket in the swim and not only is it slowing down your perfect stroke but it's illegal...so you take it off and the guy swimming next to you puts it on and then HE'S CHEATING but you keep swimming because now he'll be slower and when you get to your bike, you have to get all your bike stuff on only your bike stuff has turned into gear for a Mt. Everest expedition so as you're adjusting your ski goggles you realize that your mountaineering boots have no cleats on them so won't fit your pedals. Anyone care to analyze this?

I'm realizing that the city is holding back my triathlon mojo. There are just too many excuses I can make...from traffic, to training partners, to heat, to thunder and lightning, to school work... and my visit home to New England reminded me how nice it is to just jump on my bike and go, no driving, lots of options for bike routes, lots of lakes and rivers and oceans to jump into afterward. I know the city is not an excuse. My old swim coach used to live in Manhattan and would carry her bike and bike trainer down 5 flights of stairs and set her trainer up between two parked cars with the front tire on the curb and ride EVERY DAY. There really is no GOOD excuse. But I've noticed that any excuse I can find seems to be good enough. I'm out of the tri habit.

MUST.CHANGE.THAT.

How do YOU talk yourself out of making excuses??