6.85 weeks until Ironman Florida 70.3.
But who is counting? Actually, all I do these days is some sort of numerical countdown… Anyway.
I am kind of taking this race on Expert-style, meaning that I am throwing a hail Mary and hoping I don’t end up in the medical tent. (Interestingly, this is the first time that the Expert is taking on a race fully-prepared… what is happening around here!?).
He’s been training with fellow PTS Sports coach, Chris, and hitting his workouts very regularly.
Now, I haven’t stopped training, but I have fallen off significantly since Augusta last year.
Nothing like a big goal to shake things up.
My base is still significantly here, as I proved over the weekend with a 2000 meter swim followed by a seven mile run. (Actually, a 7 miler which was a PR time-wise. Weird. So… what the heck is that about?), and a 2 hour trainer ride on Sunday followed by more running.
Beast Mode has not fully commenced, but it’s close. Very very close.
Working with Coach T-Bone has done wonders for shaking up my running speed… so I am loving that. I am running so much more efficiently, and also fast. Fast and I do not get along, but it’s fast for me.
While Florida will not be setting any land speed records, I think it will be a great race and a chance to put myself back out there again.
(If you have seen The Lego Movie, you are understanding this ^^^^)
Lots and lots of stuff going on with the Swim Bike Family.
We are under contract for a new house, which means—yep—MOVING again. Lawdy. But, hopefully, we can move after Florida and then get on with being settled and all that AFTER the 70.3.
I am still struggling ENORMOUSLY with the thought of settling down…for like, forever. I don’t know what is wrong with me! We have bought houses before. We have moved before. But this time is cuckoo for me.
The house is AMAZING. The community where we are moving is AMAZING. The schools are off the charts AMAZING for the Swim Bike Kids. (And public! Cha-ching! No more private school cost. Love that. Word.)
I think I’m having a mid-life crisis at 34. I need to snap out of it. Because…
I mean, it really is, though. Things are good. Life is grand. I’m just in a weird funk about all of it. Maybe I just don’t want to pack. Three moves in one year, and I never purchased any stock in mailing tape. Dumb!
Then, I have a recent compulsion—like I need another one… but I have been taking (and re-taking!) the Myers-Briggs personality test. Like trying to change my results.
And every single stinking time, I get ISFJ! Introverted. Sensing. Feeling. Judging.
“The basic attitude of ISFJs is one of fatalism: things are what they are and little can be done to change them. It is not uncommon for ISFJs to carry the sins of the world on their shoulders; and they easily accept the blame for malfunctions and mistakes.”
WHAT? That doesn’t sound good. So I am thinking – there is NO way that I am introverted.
To which the Expert says, “Duh you are. All your friends are in your computer.” Oh.
And then I start thinking about it, in relation to the move, and settling down. And cue, light bulb.
I am incredibly nervous (though it may not appear so on the outside) about meeting new people. Nervous about people in my personal space. Nervous about fitting in. About neighbors. I am freaked out about moving to this great community with neighbors—new people, who I know are perfectly awesome—but I am freaked.
And I blame my personality type. So I’m trying to change it…. so I can get extrovert!
“I’m your neighbor! Come inside the house and sit down, stay a while!!” Eeeeeeek.
I can’t change to extrovert overnight. Plus, it’s not like if I manipulate the test results that’s going to actually change anything. I can’t will myself to be completely comfortable meeting new people.
Or can I?
As we were talking last night, the Expert brought up an excellent point. As stated many times prior, the dude comes by his nickname honestly.
Me: I just can’t handle meeting all these new people. The neighborhood! AHhhh!
Expert: (Sarcastically) Yeah, you really have a hard time getting out of your comfort zone.
Me: What does that mean?
Expert: Mere. You put on Spandex and run. You went from no-athlete to triathlete to Ironman. Get a grip. This is a situation where you are outside of your comfort zone, but so what? Make a point to become a neighbor–like you did a triathlete–and own it.
Me: I knew it! You really did read my book.
Expert: No, I didn’t.
Wow. So, it kind of makes sense. Yes, I am out of my comfort zone with a move, with a real neighborhood and community. With one that we will likely stay in. Yes, I am scared. We have never had that.
But it’s no different than my first (or next) triathlon. Scary? Yes. Impossible? Hell no. It just all takes work and thoughtful dedication to the cause.
“ISFJs should also pay more attention to their workload and not hesitate to voice their concerns if it becomes unbearable.”
Wait a second…
So anyway… I am working on being positive and relaxing and not worrying about what’s coming down the line.
Because it doesn’t change anything, really. I have to get a hold of my emotions and go with the flow. I must be a good neighbor.
(Mr. Rogers. My favorite introvert of all time)
Swim. Bike. Run. Neighbor. Breathe. Repeat.