I have new sympathy for the out-of-shape, of which I am one.  I have often dismissed the task of getting into shape as one of pure willpower, and while I remain convinced that sheer will is sufficient, summoning such conviction is far easier said than done.

As part of my preparation for this fall’s century, I obtained a heart-rate monitor.  According to The Complete Book of Long-Distance Cycling (thanks Tyler!), I should be doing my “pace” rides mostly in Zone 2, or  65% to 84% of my maximum heart rate.  Unfortunately, even my “easy” rides are putting me in the upper part of that range, very close to where I think my lactate threshold is located.  O, how out of shape am I.

I have no doubt that I will improve with time.  Indeed, I must improve if I am to finish my goal.  This is far from a cake walk.

Years ago, I managed to go from zero to triathlon in three months, but then I had House for a training buddy, which made motivation easier.  I have no local training buddies this time around.  Getting up early in the morning for practice feels just this side of impossible.

Still, the potential reward is enticing: becoming one of the “lean people.”  Not just lighter — stronger.

The solution?  Eat well and exercise.  So simple to plan, so difficult to execute.