So I have discovered the drawback to promising a post “tomorrow.”

Someone could stay out too late catching up with a friend, and then someone could be too tired to write a post, and someone A) might be sorry she didn’t write the post earlier and B) wish she hadn’t promised a post.

Someone is me, by the way.

Someone will try to keep this short and sweet then. (And will stop referring to herself as someone. That is so annoying.)

I want to improve my physical health and fitness level. The stuff I’ve tried so far has not worked for me. Okay, by try, I mean the stuff I’ve thought about trying. I cannot get motivated. One. Excuse. After. Another.

I’ve always enjoyed athletic pursuits, even though I’m not particularly athletic. Let’s discuss.

I was a swimmer. I was not an Olympian or anything, but I rocked the summer league. I’ve dabbled in Masters Swimming as an adult, but I never stick with it. I love to swim. I am never more at peace than I am swimming laps, so I’m recommitting to some time in the water.

I also used to run kind of a lot. I ran a marathon. Honolulu 1998 with Team in Training. Ran is a loose term. I limped across the finish line, but I finished and that’s all that matters.

Honestly, I’ve never been much of a bike rider. When I was about 10, maybe 12 – okay, I have no idea how old I was – the front tire of my 10-speed (a silvery blue Schwinn – she was so pretty) got tangled with the back tire of my friend’s 10-speed and we had an ugly crash on the suburban asphalt. That was the beginning of the end of my biking experience. But just a few weeks ago I discovered that I love spin class. Except for the fact that my bottom parts hurt in ways I didn’t think possible, it was really a great time.

As I mulled over my illustrious athletic history, I discovered my motivation: a triathlon.

I’m doing one and you get to follow along.

Sorry, no details for you. I haven’t decided when, where or really how. Currently I am rehabbing an insanely tight IT band and a few underachiever muscles. This is a theme with me, the injuries. I get really excited, go all out with the exercise and end up in traction.

Not this time. This training will be some seriously slow going. Fair warning: Tri My Way Thursdays will likely appear in this space for a long, long time.

My ultimate goal for this space is to keep you updated and thereby keep myself motivated. If I have to fess up every time I skip the gym or eat my weight in Annie’s Chocolate Chip Bunny Grahams, then I just might work a bit harder and eat a little less.

Yesterday I took my measurements. I am not telling you what they were.

Your inner voyeur is very disappointed, right? I get that. But I just have to draw the line somewhere. Releasing my measurements to the internet is that line. What I will do is tell you once a month whether any of the numbers shrunk and by how much. I will give you the details on number of pounds and inches lost.

Each week I will confess – or brag about? – my workout schedule. I will tell you about any dietary slip-ups. Confession is good for the soul, they say. We’ll test that theory.

What this won’t be: a lengthy, weekly post. From here on out you can expect a blurb on Thursdays, not a diatribe. As I have more specific details about the impending triathlon, I will share them with you. We’ll talk stats each week and then we’ll move on to more Wonder, Friend-specific stuff.

For now, I am so dang tired. So. Tired. If I have any hope of getting to the gym tomorrow, I must leave you now.