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Mama gets what mama wants, new shoes are in

The bike is in, the shoes are in. I am now the owner of a Specialized Allez road bike. I feel like I'm betraying my more stylish and fun (and heavier) Rocky Mountain handcrafted mountain bike. I got mountain shoes, a fantastic pair of Sidis. Trying to avoid getting specialized in the tri/road side of the house because I'm a trail lover at heart. I'll be riding my mountain bike more than my road bike after this triathlon. If I can get one set of shoes to pull double duty, why not? The weather in the Springs is currently crappy, on-off snow/cold with deceiving sunny (but still cold) days. I'll be on the bike soon though.

Swimming has been going well. I've had two personal lessons so far, just to work on my form. I'm not at all where I need to be, but I think I'll be in "ok" condition for the triathlon. I'm reigning back the goals for this event. I want to swim well, but be able to conserve energy for the bike and run since I'm better in those areas. I can't be good at I'm finding out :(  Then again, that's what I get for starting with an Olympic and not a sprint.

FYI, I purchased the bike and shoes from Ascent Cycles. They're awesome. If you live in the Colorado Springs area, please visit the store whether you're looking to buy something or not. They've got knowledgeable and personable people working there.
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