It's a recovery week. Thankyousweetbabyjebus! Today is even a rest day. I went back to bed 3 times this morning. You'd think I could just STAY in bed but this house has dogs and those dogs have needs and those needs have definitive timelines like "TAKE ME TO THE FIELD TO RUN RIGHT NOW IT'S ALREADY 5AM!" So there you go. At least I made those little f*ckers wait for their breakfast until I'd had a post-walk nap.
Given that it's a low-volume training kind of week, I'm doing my best to put triathlon out of my mind. I'm more focused on finding all our gear for my first foray into the wilderness in ~4 years. It offers me a nice break from obsessing over how many bottles to pack for this workout and what route to take for that one and WHERE IS THE FOOD? WHEN IS THE NEXT EATING? OHMYGOD ARE WE OUT OF FOOD? WHAT IF WE RUN OUT OF FOOD? AM I EATING ENOUGH?
Yes, I am eating enough. I think yesterday's adventures in culinary multiplication (2 breakfasts, 2 dinners) singlehandedly vaulted me 5 pounds above my weight at the end of Sunday's long run. Or maybe that's just all the water I've been drinking trying to recover from those two days of training in the heat.
Before I totally forget about triathlon for the week (other than my scheduled workouts of course), I had something I was thinking about today. A friend raised a really good point this week about how much complaining sometimes goes on in triathlon. We choose to do this sport, for fun (and fitness and to feed our competitive spirits and all that), no one is making us do it. For the vast majority of us, it is not our job.
And so it makes it difficult, when you truly love this sport, to see people complaining all the livelong day about the training, about how it's ruining their life, about how they aren't having fun. We all have days where it's not fun and we all get tired. It's supposed to be hard. But if you aren't finding joy in it, if you don't love the sport...why are you doing it?
On that note...if you aren't darn sure you love triathlon, then don't sign up for Ironman. Because it will chew you up and spit you out and make you its bitch - you have to REALLY like this sport to get through all that with your motivation intact. If you are in it for external motivation only - how it will make you look like a badass to others, the cheers of the crowd - you're going to be in trouble because nothing makes you examine your own motivation more than IM training. Cheers from the crowd don't get you out of bed at 5am to swim, or on your bike again when you are still sore and exhausted from the last ride, or through the last miles of a run when you've got nothing left.
The journey of Ironman is in the all the weeks and months of training and life leading up to race day...not just in those 17 hours or less on the course. Race day is a culmination of everything we've accomplished to get ourselves to that point - it's a tough day and it's hard racing but if you didn't take the time to find ways to love the training along the way, what will you love about the racing? If you didn't find love out there in the spaces between suffering...well, that's pretty sad to me, you missed the whole point.
Until next time... I promise the next post will be DOG related with not a word of triathlon!