Hello to my 1.5 readers out there. Yes, I’m still over here kicking it. Thought I should get something out so you don’t start reading the current tabloids or something else as um…. entertaining.
Ok honestly, I had my little 18 month granddaughter while her mommy and daddy were out of town for three days.
Let me tell you this… I don’t do anything that requires more focus than a nano second of a gnat when I’ve got her. This means writing or anything else that requires a level of skill.
Mainly ’cause I’m making sure she isn’t dive bombing off a chair, eating colors, or trying to ride the English Mastiff, just to name a few things.
She is bright and oh so smart, endearingly cute, can do her baby talk like crazy ( once she puts the words together her parents will never have a quiet moment) and is quick to mimic anything you show her. She is very social ( that doesn’t fall far from the family tree with her daddy and her nanny 😉 and loves being outside, which worked well for me ’cause I do too. We spent plenty of time outside enjoying the sunshine, wind and absolutely perfect temperatures.
It’s pretty hard for me to stay in when conditions are like that. It’s why I’m already tanned too haha
But yeah, writing, it’s hard to sit and get at that. And by the time she’s down for night I just want to chill.
All I can say is I’m glad I have the energy to keep up with her! Not just that but also cart her and her baby stuff to and from the car. Ah the good ‘ol days! That’s really how muscles are built haha
Seriously though, this morning… this is what I was back to doing….
Of course, last week before my baby duties, this is what I was up to…
I glanced down at my watch and of course I’m thinking… why can’t I do this speed up hills?? haha
Seriously, though it’s April. I’ve gotta start getting ready to get back into serious training for the duathlon in November. Nothing like a little dual sports to keep me on my toes 😉
So besides athletic shenanigans, it was also a productive weekend for some new furniture findings. I usually write about these in my Monday Musings posts but due to situations mentioned above, Monday Musings will resume next week
However, you can find one or two of them here if you wanna check it out….
But I will share what I found cause I think I got some cool goodies.
So that’s a sneak peak at some of my recent treasures. I got another side table but I’m to lazy to look for pic and load it up here haha
And yes, I know, I keep saying I’m doing an entire post on my adventures and I promise to work on it soon.
The ** not featured** table, I met the lady in a parking lot to make the purchase. I don’t make drug deals… I’m dealing furniture…
Anyway she says “Oh, do you do furniture restoration?”
Me… “oh, I dabble in it a little” haha not confessing I’ve turned into a little one woman show flipping stuff.
Hubby, when I told him that says… “dabble? a little?”
Maybe a bit more than a little 😉
So spring is in the air…..
It’s hard to keep me inside when the weather is so perfect. I just want to be out in it and of course it is perfect to work on my projects outdoors.
But along with that comes the idea many people get of wanting to start moving more and getting some exercise.
I often get asked what is the best exercise to do.
I will say that anyone, no matter what your fitness level, can walk. If you’re wanting to get out and enjoy the spring weather walking is a wonderful way to clear your mind, get some cardio work ( you gotta move it though!) It requires no special equipment ( some decent shoes help) and you can pace yourself at a level you can handle at your own physical abilities. You can pick up the speed as you get stronger and you can increase distance gradually to let your body adapt.
I’ve shared before, walking is where my athletic beginnings have root. You never know where those evening walks may lead you 😉
Spring days… who feels like cooking
One thing about longer days and more opportunities to be outdoors means I sometimes don’t want to be in the kitchen. This is where I fall back on using my trusty crock pot or utilizing some of my tasty, yet healthy, one pan dishes. You can find all my one pan recipes on my Pinterest page, Sassyfitnesschick, under one pan dinners… I’ll share one with you I made last night.
So tasty and so easy!
this tasty Mexican inspired meal was also a success. This is easy to make ahead and pop in oven closer to meal time.
So that’s a wrap. It’s been a busy week for me and the rest of it promises the same.
Tell me do you have an tried and true simple recipes that are healthy, quick and get you out of the kitchen ? What are some of your favorite spring time activities?
It’s now 2 weeks out since I did my first multi sport race, the duathlon, that I’ve been blabbing up for months to you. I finally got my little paws on some of the pics they took while on course so I could use them when I wrote this.
You didn’t expect me to just use random stock photos off Google, did you ? 😛
Where do I start?
As I knew it would be, I felt the let down once it was over. The months of training, the days in front of me with my goal at the end, now finished.
Something to celebrate, right? A new adventure conquered, new challenges overcome, another athletic event that I never dreamed I’d do accomplished.
I guess I should mention I’ve had this race on my list for several years now. Due to an injury I was getting over at one point and other things that came up I had been unable to really pursue it.
All I wanted to do was get to a point where I could at least run the distance for the duathlon even if it meant my distance running might still be on hold for awhile.
As I slowly crept back into running, I was getting stronger and more powerful on the bike. I learned I was fairly good at it and could eat up a lot of miles in a quick time.
I knew this would be the year so when registration opened in June, I paid up and made the commitment.
My first duathlon was etched on my calendar.
As you know from previous posts, I was committed to my training, even training in weather that was less than ideal because on race day you never know what you will get. I gave up being a fair weather athlete a long time ago. I know if I’m going to build not just my body, but mind, I need to know how to handle more adverse conditions.
Of course there was more than just me involved in the event…let’s not forget… the bike.
I can’t neglect saying how grateful I am for a wonderful bike shop and the guys who keep my little Cannondale in top shape. 2 weeks out from race I picked it up looking almost all kinds of new again. Poor thing, I’d put some serious miles on it. Not only did they get new tires on it, and clean the chain ( ohhhh it IS silver haha) they checked my brakes, tweaked and adjusted some other things, and made sure my fit was perfect on it. I love being in a place “talking shop” with others who do what I do, and who challenge me to press on to bigger things.
With the bike in good working order, it was taper time whether I wanted it or not, a winding down to race day. I kept riding and short runs but the ultimate goal was to arrive at the start line healthy and energetic for the task in front of me.
There are two things I think athletes worry about before a big event they’ve been training for.
Getting sick and the weather.
Thankfully, I was strong and healthy and the weather although a brisk low 40’s in the morning, was clear, bright and the sun soon showed up for the festivities.
There’s something about being at a race with other athletes and this energy that’s almost palpable that makes my heart beat fast.
Although I’ve done many running races before this was my first multi sport event and my first biking event. I checked into the transition area, got marked ( I was sooo excited to finally do something where I got marked… but unfortunately it was under my shirt ha oh well) I got my gear set up and did some light jogging around parking lot to loosen up and set my mind for what was coming.
This event was the state Championship Duathlon and was hosted by a local college. Many college tri teams from across the state were there to race. I was surrounded by athletes the ages of my kids or younger 😛
This race is also listed as “the toughest in the state”.
They tell no lies about that… tough is an understatement.
I understood what was in front of me having trained on it, but I had a healthy fear and respect for it every time I stepped out there. To under estimate it would certainly sink me.
My plan for the race? Simple and straight forward.
To run and bike just like I’d trained and not get caught up in the hype and energy of the crowd but stay in my head and run my own race. I knew the first half mile- mile out was a brutal start as it’s all up a long and winding hill. I knew how I’d paced myself in practice and my goal was to stay there.
I settled into my first mile which was a little faster than I had been running it but that was ok. Then my Garmin came up at mile 2 telling me I’d just done it in 9:29 I was pretty happy with that. Overall, when I finished my 5k it was over a minute faster than the week before when I’d practiced and my fastest 5k in a long time.
Amazing what a competitive spirit will do haha
Ok so this was all new to me, the whole multi sport, transitioning thing. It’s one thing to practice transition when you are alone ( I had it down to 30 seconds) it’s a whole new game when you’re surrounded by a zillion other bikes and athletes gear and come running in to change and find nothing is like you left it.
My first transition time was longer than I wanted mainly because I knew I had to lose the jacket and peel down to my cycling shorts. I perform way better a little chilled than warm and knew the bike was gonna demand a lot from me so I took a little extra time to do that.
Once on the bike, I knew I would close a gap because I’m strong on the hills. It should be noted we biked right back out where we had run, running up and down hills, then getting on the bike to ride them, ha hello quads.
One by one I methodically picked off cyclists in front of me, a game almost. I churned along knowing some of the toughest stuff was still coming, but also reminding myself I was more than capable and had done it before.
I had to really focus on what I was doing approaching the huge hill as I noted a half dozen cyclists pushing bikes up.
This seriously can mess with my head. I narrowed my vision and did what I had practiced when I rode it… I recited a nursery rhyme in my head…
“One, two buckle my shoe, three, four shut the door….”
It just popped in one day as I was grinding up and it became a game, how many times till I reached the top? ( 2 “ish” times if you’re wondering haha)
But powered up it I did.
On the return trip I pushed hard knowing the last run leg was in front of me… so close to finishing.
The last run.
From practice I already knew how that felt. It’s hard. It’s not just the physical, it’s mental too. I have learned so much about dialing into my head and trying not to be distracted at what’s around me. As I made a turn where the aid station was the young people manning it were doing the usual “you’re doing awesome, almost done!” mantra. I quipped I had paid money to do this when I hear behind me… “yeah, but you’ve been kicking my butt the whole time!” I looked over my shoulder at this young college girl behind me, one I had sailed by on my bike, it was the motivation I needed to finish off that last half mile.
The Finish Line
When I saw the finish line I can’t describe the feelings and emotions that came over me. I saw my time and was pretty happy with that too.
I heard the announcer call my number and name as I ran across the finish line and as the guy behind lines guided me where to go I felt it coming on… tears forming in my eyes… I took a deep breath willing myself not to sob out loud.
I did it. My first duathlon. I did it! I was simply overcome with emotion.
He saw my face and bless his heart was immediately concerned. “are you ok? do you need anything?”
I assured him I was physically fine but just overwhelmed…. my emotions came out after all the months of training to finally be there in that moment… I just couldn’t hold them back.
As I left the finish area I found hubby and again, just sobbed on him. He too was immediately concerned, but he’s more used to my emotions at times like that than poor unsuspecting guy at finish line. And can I just say how much I appreciate all of his awesome support for what I do? An amazing guy he cheers and supports and encourages my madness. I couldn’t do what I do without him or his support.
Of course I went to the tent to use the laptop to pull up my bib number and get my stats. My time was pretty much what I’d seen when I hit the finish line, however it was another number that caught my attention and I choked out to hubby…
“Am I reading this right?? Does it mean what I think it means??”
I hadn’t really breathed out loud to anyone that it would be kinda awesome to place in my age group.. but this number told me I placed first in my age group.
More tears. Sweet heavens. I’m such a baby.
Honestly… I can’t describe how it all felt. To have accomplished something so big, to have challenged myself beyond what I thought I could do, was overwhelming and rewarding all at once.
I know the let down that comes from preparation of big events. It’s weird to not have this specific “thing” I’m training for. I also get used to my body physically changing as it peaks into top condition ( a place I loath giving up) but I also know I can’t keep myself at this level all the time. I loved marking off my training calendar each day as I knocked out what needed to be done and seeing those days move me closer to my goal.
It’s hard to come off the physical and mental high that events like this bring.
So the solution is??
Ha… plan my next adventure! 2018 is coming and I’m already planning the duathlon again as my fall event. I want a shot at getting a new PR.
I have a spring half marathon in mind as well as my first long ride, a 60 mile, ’cause why start small?
I haven’t ruled out someday …maybe… a triathlon… it seems HUGE to me right now but I’m also reminded what I just did would’ve seemed huge to me a few years ago but I did it.
If you’ve stayed with me to this point can I remind you that as the saying goes, you’re never to old set new goals or dream new dreams.
Set some new goals for yourself in 2018.
Or have you already? What plans do you have for yourself in the upcoming year? Tell me.
Happy Monday beautiful people! Even as I write that I’m aware in the crazy way the universe rolls, it’s actually the end of Monday for some of you on this planet and you are now preparing for Tuesday.
This can be a bit much for my brain to process so I’ll just leave it here and say I hope you’ve had an awesome day no matter what it technically is.
For me though, it’s Monday. Monday morning.
And for the record I’m not “anti-Monday”. I’m glad I’m blessed to still be here, to experience another day of life.
Perspective people, perspective.
My last few Mondays, and today, and the next several will be heavy training days for me. I kick start my week by doing the entire duathlon course start to finish. It does seem rather daunting when I’m slowly coming to life waiting for the coffee to brew wondering if I’m gonnna churn out all the energy this task in front of me will require.
Of course that is my non-coffee brain thinking. Once I wake up more and slip into my gear I’m all business and ready for the task at hand.
Weeks remain till race day. I’m already feeling that edginess that comes over me as an event approaches.
It’s not just the race, it’s the awareness that all of it will be… over.
I’m well acquainted with the feelings and emotions of preparing for a big athletic event and the inevitable let down of emotions when it’s done.
There is something that can’t be explained in the preparation and training ultimately culminating in this event I’ve prepared for.
In those miles and hours of training leading up to it, there is a sort of hunger that develops. A hunger that really is disguised as passion. To see myself improve, make better times, take things on a bit more effortlessly as my body adapts to the rigors of what it’s being put through.
Honestly, it’s a bit addicting.
All the while in my mind though is the question… “what’s next?”
That question can taunt and challenge. It can intimidate and have a level of fear. It can also be the thing that makes me examine how much more I can bring to the table.
What’s my next thing
It’s never far from my mind. I’ve been asked if I’m gonna do a marathon again. Ha, I will most likely start with a half to warm up to it.
Yes, I love distance running and I love what it’s taught me and how I’ve grown from my experiences on the road. In some crazy ways, I’ve missed it.
Obviously, training for the duathlon, my athletic goals have been much more laser focused. My running has been shorter and geared to my event. Not to mention, doing a multi sport race requires my body to perform in different ways so I need to keep my energies centered on that.
But I’m heading back to distance running. Maybe a spring half marathon…we’ll see. I already have fully acknowledged I’m gonna miss those brick training days ( combined running and cycling back to back) I’ve come to enjoy the challenge and hard work of them and I may just keep one built into my training week… because… duathlons. 😉
What’s your next thing
ok this has been leading somewhere. Let’s talk about you.
Do you work and strive for something specific without a thought to where do you go from there?
How do you continue to grow, change and challenge yourself?
Do you see your current endeavor as a learning process to get to a new level?
Yeah I know, not everyone is doing something athletic oriented, but you for sure, have goals or dreams something you’re pressing on towards.
I’ve loved every step of the journey I’ve been on that’s built me as an athlete ( well, most steps haha) I’ve accepted it’s where I am at that moment.
You as well should embrace your journey to your goals.
But for all of us we should never lose sight of the fact we can always do more, be more, achieve more.
Maybe I’m wired a bit more intensely. Maybe the physical challenges I’ve put myself through have only caused me to wonder… what else am I capable of?
You know, that statement applies to you too, right?
What else are you capable of? How big can you dream? What new thing can you take on?
That next step
Don’t get me wrong. That next step once you hit a goal might actually scare you, and that’s ok.
I had 4 half marathons under me without a single thought to running a full one. I mean come on, that’s 26.2 miles! It was when I finished my fifth and walked off the course with my best time ever that the idea floated into my mind…
“It’s time to consider a full marathon”
I shoved it out of my head and dismissed the idea as a lack of carbs to my brain for the crazy thought. Really. There’s no way I’d do a full marathon.
That was in the spring, and by end of year, I had my first one under me.
I had only a fleeting thought after I committed of wondering “if” I could do it. I stomped it out and never let myself think I couldn’t.
A few pointers
Nothing in our lives accidently happens. If you want to do something, you’ve got to be intentional.
~ Set your new goal. I’m still so old fashioned and love writing stuff out where I can see it. Use a calendar to make reminders or things you need to do daily or weekly.
~ See yourself doing it. Don’t allow any idea to creep in that makes you doubt yourself. Your mind is a powerful playing field!
~ Engage with like minded people who can encourage you on your journey.
~ Be the best student you can of what you are pursuing… always be learning!
~Don’t be afraid of new challenges. These bring us more growth.
Getting to the next step might be big and scary and we might wonder if we have what it takes.
You do. We all do.
Enjoy your journey, embrace where you are, but never stop asking “what’s next”.
It’s afternoon and I’ve landed in my favorite coffee cave to sit for awhile and hopefully churn out something fun, witty, educational, and worth your time reading.
Ok… well one or more of those could be potentially true.
It’s a busy afternoon and I’m listening to the low rumble of customer chatter and overhead elevator music. Weirdly, I can often work best in this type of clamor.
Even though the afternoon is still very warm out a hot coffee sounded appealing and it’s warmth is soothing. I wish I could apply the same warmth to my legs that are now reminding me of all their efforts from this mornings workout.
I really don’t mind the tired ache that comes from a hard workout. I’d always take that over the random “aches and pains” I hear people complain about from doing nothing.
Of course this morning was a bit more than a regular workout. If you follow me then you’ve seen some posts where I’ve talked about my upcoming duathlon in November.
Well it’s 6 weeks out to be precise. I try not to let the ever closing in date mentally play tricks on me. I’ve been training hard and I’ll take my best that day to the race. It’s all I can do.
Today was my second time to do it all, start to finish. Each leg of the run/bike/run course.
I’ve done different parts before. I’ve run some of it and biked a lot of it. Last week I put it all together. My plans are to do the entire course once a week till race day.
Even knowing what it all involves, I still take a big gulp before I head out because I have a healthy respect for the toughness of the course.
That old saying “it doesn’t get easier, you get stronger”? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s true. My body at this point is stronger for the tasks of the course but it still requires a fierce amount of energy and strength to which I have to remind myself, I have in me.
I have a serious amount of stubbornness that has driven me to get up early and head out to kick my own tail, to teach myself new things and learn from my mistakes. My Mom used to call me stubborn and hubby still can but I think he means it in a loving way, right?? haha
I’ve never viewed that as a bad thing, you know? It was, and is, simply a part of my passion.
Stubbornness hasn’t let me give up on things so many times. It hasn’t let me quit when I was tired or feeling like I wasn’t doing my best. It’s challenged me to push myself to see how far I can go and what I can accomplish. It’s helped me hold on in life when things weren’t easy.
Being a bit stubborn definitely has it’s good and bad points.
Then I came across this quote the other night that really resonated with me and made me think about it all in a different way.
I’ve never quite thought of perseverance and stubbornness being close siblings, but it made me think how perseverance to do something is, and can be, born out of stubbornness.
Perseverance ~ steadfastness in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success.
Where as stubbornness can be looked at as unyielding, or a refusal to give up or change a thought or position I’ve always considered it more in the sense of being passionate over whatever was at hand. Of course there is a line of stubbornness that is more unyielding and a non flexible attribute but that isn’t the way I’m considering it for the sake of this post.
It just made me consider that my pursuit of athletic endeavors has had a healthy amount of stubbornness that hasn’t let me give up or quit. Yet, somehow, in that stubbornness a real honest perseverance has been born from that. It’s interesting to note that perseverance is a synonym of stubbornness.
I love this particular definition on it ~ dogged determination not to change one’s attitude or position on something.
Now that can definitely be a negative, however in the context of this, I see it as a positive.
Not changing my mind on fitness goals, when I was working to lose weight, or anything else related to my health. It’s a good thing to not change my position on my health.
You might be able to apply similar things to your own life. True, you might not be training for a duathlon or training for anything at all. But I’m pretty sure you are moving through this world living your life and I hope you have things you aspire to do or achieve.
You might never want to or have a desire to do a single athletic thing. What if you want to go back to school, pursue a new career, try a new hobby, take on a new “thing”.
Gosh, I hope you have something you’re chasing in this life.
I’ll tell you, it will take some stubbornness on your part, an unyielding to give up on it, and somehow that stubbornness will meld beautifully with perseverance and you will find yourself stronger and more focused in the pursuit of your goals and passions.
When I cross that finish line in a few weeks, no matter what, it will be worth it because I chased down my goals, set higher limits for myself, and have overcome things to get to that point.
I’m stubborn like that.
Tell me do you view perseverance or stubbornness as an asset to accomplish things in your life ?What have you accomplished that you feel like you persevered to get to ?
“Every endurance challenge scares me just a little.” ~ Dean Karnazes
It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon. Everyone has left the house so I escaped to my fav coffee cave to write, reflect and think about the week in front of me. It’s hard not to think about the fact that next week on this day, at the time I’m sitting here writing, I will be in the church watching my oldest son get married.
I’m also aware 2 months from today is my first duathlon. Heck, it’s my first ever race on a bike. It’s also listed as the toughest duathlon in the state AND the championship race.
What… on earth.. am I doing in it ?
I decided a while back that there is a certain amount of madness involved with endurance sports. Some part of the brain has to change that allows you to accept physically hard and challenging things as normal.
As in, sharing with some ladies in my yoga class last week that I hadn’t ridden far the day before, just 16 miles, to which they started laughing and informed me that 16 miles was a lot.
I really don’t think so anymore. I don’t think my 20 mile rides are long either. This is where the madness might be setting in 😉
I will be the first to admit, sometimes it’s not just the distance, it’s also what’s IN those miles that carves out something new in me. Obviously, riding flat roads is usually a piece of cake, throwing in hills and inclines that challenge my body is always a game changer.
It’s definitely a love/hate relationship.
There’s a crazy madness in training my body, learning it’s limits, and then pushing past those limits that’s exhilarating… yeah… we’ll just go with that word for now 😉 Exhilarating.
Endurance is built on hours and hours of consistent training, constant change, and a large part of stubbornness.
When someone laughs and tells me I’m “crazy” based on my current athletic goals, I do believe they are right. There has to be some sort of madness that makes an otherwise sane person believe that riding and running miles on end is somehow… normal.
But alongside the madness is another parallel attribute which is fear.
The quote I opened with is so true and so perfect. And it comes from without a doubt, the strongest, most fit, endurance athlete on the planet.
I feel like I’m in good company if Dean Karnazes admits he gets a bit scared with a new endurance challenge. Admittedly, he does far larger, longer, crazier and insane endurance challenges than I will ever face but at the same time, if someone like that admits to a healthy fear of new endurance events, then I’m in good company.
When I use the word fear I don’t mean like, sitting in a corner shaking and helpless. If that were the case, I’d never be doing what I do. This fear, in my opinion, is one of perhaps a healthy respect of what I’m up against. A recognition that this new challenge has the potential to eat my lunch, and me too for good measure.
There is respect for the miles, the terrain, the elevation, climate, everything.
There is a healthy fear for new territory that has never been physically traveled. Each time I’ve set out to do something new athletically, there’s that “fear” of the unknown.
The “what if’s”……
What if I can’t do it? What if I don’t have what it takes? What if I’m not as good as someone else? ( does that even matter?) What if I haven’t trained enough? Long enough? Hard enough? What if I didn’t prepare in the right way? Am I going to be able to ride such a tough course and then get off and run those last few miles strong?
All of the “what if’s” are related to fear.
Even now, on my training rides, knowing how tough they will be, I usually have that in the pit of my stomach. That fearful respect of knowing how hard it really will be, and wondering again, if I have all that’s required to take on this new endurance challenge.
Somehow, things always seem to change the minute I’m out on the road. In my gear, clipped in, the miles settling in under me, my mental gears shift along with the ones under my hands.
I focus on the mile I’m in, the road that’s in front of me. I know and have already mentally apprehended the hills and mountains I’ll be riding and remind myself that I’ve already done them before, the challenge is to keep taking them stronger and faster. The fear begins to give way to what I know I’m capable of.
Fear gives way to strength and power. Fear gives way to me understanding that although it’s not easy, it will begin to feel that way the stronger my body gets doing it over and over again.
And then it happens.
I finish a long hard session and feel victorious, empowered and strong. I also feel dirty, sweaty, and hungry.
But the overarching feeling is one of accomplishment. I did it again. The hard workout that planted a healthy fear of respect in me, reminds me I can do whatever I put myself to and that my body is capable of being pushed, and then pushed again, well out of it’s original comfort zone.
By the time some of you are reading this I’ll be out riding the entire course this morning, or will have finished it, another notch in my belt. This will be my first full and complete ride on it. Last week I did it but the mileage came up a bit short from what the race was. A quick message to race director and I learned the turn point was farther down than I thought. So knowing the exact layout this morning, I’m taking it on.
I know it won’t be easy. I know there will be that niggling fear of the toughness in front of me. I know what the outcome will feel like, so I will press on and push myself into the realm of discomfort, because that is where change occurs.
Endurance sports. ..an odd mixture of madness and fear. I seem to have both in spades which will help me well in my upcoming race.
The madness will keep me going, building longer training sessions and adding more miles. The fear won’t stop me. I will train, I will prepare, and I will go out and do the best I’m capable of.
And I when I cross that finish line it will be a sweet victory knowing all I stomped down to get to that moment, and it will be worth it.
Do you have something you want to pursue but feel a bit of fear with it? Do you embrace that or shy away from it? If you do endurance sports, can you relate to a bit of the madness?
It’s a quiet Friday afternoon and I’m taking some time to work on this post which you, my faithful 1.5 readers, will be seeing Monday morning when you open your eyes and are tripping over the dog on your way to get the lovely black gold we call coffee.
The day just cannot start without the stuff, can it? Oh let’s be real, the whole day is fair game for coffee. 😉
I’m much cleaner now than I was a few hours ago, sweaty and salt crusted from my time out on the road doing my brick training this morning ( bike/run)
Clean AND fed. It’s a good place to be.
Oh and coffee. Yes I have that too so I’m ready to get on with todays topic now….
As I’ve shared in previous posts I’ve taken on the lofty athletic goal this year of a duathlon ( a run/bike/run event) Some of my training days involve brick work because well how else am I going to make my body do that stuff on race day?
I’m going to share a few thoughts? A life reflection? learned on the road today. Perhaps you’ll relate or maybe at best and hopefully, it might encourage you.
It goes without saying based on where I live, that my training during the summer will be hot. Not just hot, but hot and humid. I’ve been on the road at 6:30 a.m. and still manage to be a sweat fest. So pretty much no matter the time I can simply know the workouts will be hot and sweaty.
I’m ok with that, really. Fortunately, I’m pretty well acclimated to it. However, even in that condition some days are just flat out harder than others.
As I geared up to hit the road this morning there were a few things already going on with me. The biggest being, half my head felt like it had cotton balls in it from some sinus stuff that came out of nowhere. Add to that, all that junk going into my stomach ( gross. sorry. it is) but it does a good job making me feel queasy. Add to that, the little food I had eaten pre workout had settled like a rock in my belly.
Even with that…
I got my gear on, grabbed the bike, and took off. It always amazes me at how things seem to fade away as soon as I clip in and take that first stroke hitting the road. I let the bike settle in under me and let my body get into the rhythm of the ride.
As the miles unfolded both the day and I were getting hot. I did 25.25 miles on this ride. Not flat roads but also with lots of big hills thrown in. Most of my ride is on the actual duathlon course.
I wrapped the ride, landed where my car was parked, quickly put my bike in, changed to my running shoes and was back on the road a few minutes later.
My legs have adapted well to the change from bike to run but it still takes a little time to let them settle into a new activity…especially after coming off a long hard ride.
My run is only 2 miles with more hills… but have mercy… when I’m already hot from the ride and the sun is beating down…. all I want to do is move quickly to get back.
I sometimes wish I had some shirt on that passing cars saw that said something like…
“Be nice to me I just crawled off my bike and now I’m running”
But I did it, (even if my GPS for some reason decided on my last mile to not pick up parts of it even though I knew the exact distance) I Knocked out the run and as always that great sense of satisfaction from doing both of those activities settled over me.
Tired. Sweaty. Thirsty. And appreciative of my body for what it could do.
As I cool down one of the things I do is check my stats from my ride and run. Strava is great to track all of my athletic activities as well as the fact it lets me see what others do and how I stack up against them on those routes.
It’s like that proverbial carrot dangling in front of me 😉
As my numbers came up, I was admittedly, a little frustrated. My frustration as it does when I’m upset, can turn to tears. Where my segments certainly weren’t “bad”, I had no new PR’s.
I should say, the last time I did all of the course, I had multiple PR’s. Having no new ones sorta fueled my fire of frustration.
Although I knew I hadn’t been a 100% physically on top of my game, and that the heat also affected me, I was still frustrated to have not done better.
I probably should interject here… I’m a wee bit competitivewith myself …and have high expectations whenever I step into any of my athletic activities.
I sat on the warm pavement next to my vehicle, looking at those numbers, clutching my recovery drink and choking back those hot tears.
What was it going to take? How long did I have to work and push to get over that next hurdle of being a little stronger, and faster?
I questioned being out that morning and maybe I should’ve just stayed in or done something a bit less physically demanding.
I looked at some numbers with only seconds separating me from the times I had been previously. I never thought much about “seconds” but I’ll tell you, in the athletic world, they count for a lot. One second can drop you into a new category or move you into first place from second.
They matter a lot.
As I felt that weight ( and I’m sure being wrung out and hot from everything didn’t help my mood) settle over me the more sane part of my brain began to speak to me…..
The fact alone I had just ridden over 25 miles and then run 2 was an accomplishment not many kick started their day with! Regards of my ideals for my times, I had still done it.
The training counted and it mattered that I was out there.. even if I didn’t think ( in my mind) that it was one of my best workouts.
I realized that my stubbornness and grit to be on the road was an asset that served me well in the rest of my daily life.
Life takes a certain level of stubbornness and grit to get through.
I hadn’t quit.
We’ve all been there, right? Something seems tough. There’s something we know is going to require a lot from us and it seems easier to find a reason to not do it. Quitting seems like an easy way out.
You’re nodding your head… you’ve been in the same boat too…
But that’s when you dig deep, sometimes really deep, and pull out all you’ve got to do what needs to be done.
Making an excuse to not be out there would’ve made me feel worse than not doing it. I never finish a workout that I haven’t been happy for doing it.
Even if my times weren’t as impressive as previously.
That’s when it hit me.
How far I’ve come.
How much progress I’ve made. The changes I’ve gone through. The strength and speed I have gained.
What I’ve learned through the process.
Each step moves me towards my goal and those steps are made up of good and sometimes not so good moments. But they all are leading to my goal.
I learn more about what I’m made of when I have to work harder or push myself out of my comfort zone.
The lesson for you.
I’m thinking as you’re sitting there reading this, sipping from your now tepid cup of coffee, that you may have been or be in a similar place.
You are pursuing a goal, working towards something important, have a new vision.
Discouragement, weariness, self doubt, feelings of inadequacy, questioning your sanity… all of those things might creep in on you.
It’s in those times my friend, that we learn more of what we’re made of. If we’re strong, we push back and reset our focus and continue our forward movement. If we don’t feel so strong, new strength can be born in us, giving us more confidence in our abilities.
It’s a time of growth and change… if we allow it to be.
Don’t give up and don’t give in even if you get discouraged.
And me? How am I ?
After those truths settled over me, I wiped off my sweaty, salty face and made my way home to shower and plot my next training session.
Are you doing something now that sometimes frustrates you? Do you get discouraged when you feel like you haven’t done your best? How do you handle it ? Have you learned lessons out on the road ?
I hadn’t been in long from my morning workout, recovery drink in hand, when I finally landed in a chair and searched up the race I had started training for.
I ran my hand down my legs which were still gritty and grimy from time out on the road and covered in a heavy dose of dried salt …a shower would come soon but first…
My running and cycling that morning had been a part of my training for a local duathlon… my first duathlon.
Of course the fact it was listed as “the toughest in the state” or that it was the “championship race” for this type of event somehow hadn’t scared me off yet.
The website boldly unfolded in front of me… pictures popped up of familiar scenery I was used to seeing out on my runs or cycling adventures.
I felt the excitement stir in me of taking on something new and challenging.
It was immediately followed by tears as I watched young, fast athletes speeding by.
What was I thinking?? I’m skating into territory I have no experience in nor am I one of these young trained triathletes. I’ve never, ever done an event like this. I’m crazy.
For the love of chocolate, I’m an ordinary middle aged Mom/grandmother, what I am thinking??
This course is tough. I have a healthy dose of respect/fear for it.
Not in a weird way, but just a respect knowing that it will be by far, the hardest athletic challenge I’ve gone through.
If I’m honest with you, as I was myself, there was that component of feeling scared.
What was scaring me? What did I feel afraid of?
Ok, yes I understood it would be crazy hard. So maybe there was feeling scared of what if’s…
What if I couldn’t do it? What if I failed? What if I was last? Or worse, didn’t finish?
I sat there comparing myself to younger athletes instead of giving myself credit for all I could do and was very capable of doing. I sat there forgetting my own strength and power that I had earned through hours and hours of training.
I lost sight of what I preach to everyone else… you are your competition. You only need to focus on your times, your speeds, your abilities.
No one else’s matter.
Unless you’re an elite. Then it matters very much hahaha 😛
I’ve never been concerned about anyone else’s times or paces. I don’t mentally pit myself against others and decide I’m lacking in some way so this was a foreign feeling to me.
I wiped my face which felt as gritty from dried sweat as my legs did… that shower would need to be soon….
I reminded myself that I was my only competition and if I never started, and never did it, and let some vague fear scare me off I’d never know what new levels I could take myself to.
I’ve had moments in the past as I considered the marathon, and then the 50K. If those don’t raise a tiny bit of feeling scared in you, I don’t know what will.
Thing is, I never, ever allowed myself to camp in the fear zone. I stomped it down, trained, and did it.
So here I am. Registration is now open and I’ve made the official commitment.. you know…. coughing up the money 😉
I know it will be hard but I’m looking forward to seeing how I can do with this. I’ve taken time to remember, I haven’t come out of an athletic back round but only started when I was in my mid 40’s and consider all I’ve been privileged to do.
Doing it is the thing. No matter what, when I cross that finish line, I will win.
I win because I stomped down fears and feelings of inadequacy and I will have accomplished something I’ve never done and I will be stronger for it.
It beats sitting around wondering if I COULD do it and missing out on all I learn in the process. Rest assured, you will be getting updates on my training in the upcoming months. Race day is Nov. 19.
So I’ll leave you with this…
Do you let fears hamper you from pursuing something bigger than you? Have you allowed them to and not gone after something you wanted?
Or… have you stomped down fears and chased something down you wanted? How did you feel?
What did you do to remind yourself you could do it? How did you overcome it?
Tell me I’m not the only one who’s encountered this 😉
“Every single one of us possesses the strength to attempt something he isn’t sure he can accomplish.” ~ Scott Jurek