FEED YOUR FAITH AND YOUR FEARS WILL STARVE TO DEATH -AUTHOR UNKNOWN
This past weekend I sensed I was a tad misunderstood.
This got me thinking during Monday’s swim (and there is A LOT of time to think when your head is buried under water)
Why am I doing this? Why do any of us do it? Aside from the fame and glory, of course…
You see us out early in the morning before the sun comes up and late at night, long after it has sunk into the horizon.
We are caught in the blazing summer heat and the bitter frost of winter, in the torrential downpours and the blustering blizzards.
We suit up in spandex, latex, chamos pads, blinking lights and reflective jackets. We clip on water bottles and clip into road bikes. We strap on GPS watches to track each stroke of our heart and monitor every inch of distance we conquer.
Then we suck down these gels and goos, eat rubber bloks and electrolyte jelly beans. We drink protein cocktails and recovery concoctions that are a scoop away from being downright repulsive.
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? So why?
Here’s how I see it.
Endurance sports represent persistence, purpose, and hope. They’re a direct analogy of life really…..
There are moments of extreme elation and occassions filled with devastating disappointment. On one hand the sheer excitement is too much to fathom and on the other, the mind-numbing boredom is enough to make you go insane. The finish line triumphs and heartbreaking failures alone are worthy of best-selling novel.
It breaks you down to the core of your being…physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
It tests you with its loneliness and rewards you with the companionship of a training partner.
Regardless, we always press on; persisting and enduring for 1 simple reason…
It’s the simple belief that a long run will increase endurance, that the speed drills will allow for a faster pace, and the form exercises will indeed, make this whole process easier.
It’s the faith that we will be able to run, cycle, and/or swim longer, faster, better and even a bit smarter at 45, 55 or 65 than we did at 25.
So with this purpose in mind we read, study, plan and prepare.
In the end, it’s all because we believe.
Running, cycling, and swimming…those are sports. Training is faith.
Every step, pedal, and stroke is testimony to the strength of that faith.
And faith is something the world can always use a little bit more of..
Even if its not entirely understood.
Of course, a little hope never hurts either!
Swim Happy, My Friends!