I saw this edition of “Women’s Health” on the shelf at the grocery on Sunday, and I screeched to a halt. And then I laughed.
Oh, she quit beer and burgers. That’s how. (I still bought the magazine. And have to admit that I have not read it. Discuss.)
So Week 2 of 24… training for this crazy race I signed up for.
How am I feeling? Strong? Sane? Awesome?
No. Not really. But I will. Why? How can I be so sure?
Because triathlon is like a roller coaster, like much of life. A roller coaster full of highs and lows and sideways stuff. A roller coaster that you think-– I should really enjoy this! –but then you realize it’s the freaking Georgia Cyclone at Six Flags–all wooden and rickety and shitty–and you just want to get off the damn thing.
But you don’t know how. Because during parts of it you are grinning and screaming in terror and delight the entire time.
Holy cow. Analogy central.
Still, by the end of the ride, you know that the roller coaster has got to stop… that you can’t keep standing in the line and getting back on the thing, day after day, not like that. Not the crazy wooden one, at at least.
So at some point, you (the rider) have to make a decision that tri training must be more like “It’s a Small World” and less wooden roller coaster.
It’s a decision.
Like most things in life.
Coach Monster used to always tell me: Don’t let the highs take you too high. And don’t let the lows bury you.
We all know that a workout can make you feel on top of the world; then the next day, the entire sky is falling and you never feel like you’ve run a day in your life.
The key is to control the emotional crazy.
I know this. I’ve been through it. Over and over again.
1.) So getting my head around 140.6 training again–and really going through the highs and lows, and knowing that they are coming–is a biggest part of the training. Mental training is the most important part. Believing. Knowing. That’s the good stuff.
2.) Putting good food in my body is the next step.
3.) Then ticking off the workouts–one at a time, day by day–comes next.
So what’s my plan to complete the 140.6 in 24 weeks?
There it is. ^^^ Rocket science, I know.
I ran on Sunday. I swam on Monday. But I feel that I have not done much of anything. Perhaps because I took a recovery day / mental health day yesterday, and my power ride got pushed to this evening. So it feels like forever since I’ve done anything. Which is not true.
The lies we tell ourselves.
But tonight I ride and strength train. Tomorrow I run and maybe yoga. Friday I swim. Then Saturday a long ride, and Sunday a long run, as I ring in Week 3 of 24.
Growing up my nickname was “Bear.”
My dad dubbed me that from a young age, and it kind of stuck. During my days in Olympic weightlifting, my coach would call me Bear. I was fierce and tough and strong (okay, no… they thought it was hilarious… so that’s why it stuck).
Then I wrote a post about how the Queen turned into a Starfish after Ironman, and had to regenerate herself (which, I had no idea would freak you guys out–it was a joke).
So I started leaning towards the Starfish as joke, as a symbol…
But then it turned into something more, like, maybe the Starfish is my symbol.
I like it. I mean, you cut off a part of the starfish… it regrows. It keeps growing. It’s like the ultimate “just keep moving forward” animal!
And did you know that a starfish will continue to regenerate as long as its heart is intact?
…As long as its heart is intact.
Key. Words. There.
We can do whatever we dream. We can keep going, no matter the heartbreak and the fear. A heart may be broken and cracked and hurt–but as long as the heart is intact, beating… we keep going.
As long as our heart is in it–as long as the heart is in anything– we can continue to grow, to regenerate, to be healed and fixed and whole.
I am a starfish. My heart is intact.
So I will #JustKeepMovingForward.