1) Riding the spin bike is more important than putting away my laundry.
2) Thus I have my priorities in proper order: workout before clothes.
3) I cannot believe how hard a twenty minute “ride” was…. after almost six weeks off the bike (give or take a spin class).
4) Why do I still have crutches leaned up against the wall? For fear? For decoration?
5) The sign over the treadmill says: “When you are going through hell, keep going.” I should have been facing that sign during the ride today. Something about wearing a boot on a bike feels a little hell-ish.
6) Even after a busy
day weekend life, at least I tried to do something today. How much I have “lost,” physically, from being down is borderline demoralizing… but I am realizing that the “comeback” is just gonna be hard. Not like triathlon isn’t hard enough to begin with…
7) I thought alot about missing New Orleans 70.3 on this ride today, and I decided that it’s a good thing that I’m not doing the race. I’m not sure why, but I figured it’s a good state of mind.
8) I am without kids in this picture. Meaning my saint of an Expert husband must have been watching them. I hope.
9) I need to throw that t-shirt in the trash. It’s 14 years old. Really.
10) I wonder, really… how it’s going to feel to… completely start over again. I will be essentially a baby triathlete again. All that work. And I will start over. There is no amount of swimming and chest presses in the world to make up for 30 miles a week of running… I just have to accept that I will be back at ground zero, with a tender foot. I know there is a lesson here. I feel it.
I think this is the lesson: we all must simply recognize how amazing racing and training really feels, how much it does for us emotionally… and that’s the stuff that keeps us going (and coming back). I. can’t. wait.
Have a great week everyone. Love to you all.