Alive and Well…

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It’s a good day!

I’ve made it through the biggest build phase for Gulf Coast 70.3 and so this week I’m rewarded with some well deserved rest….plus a little sprint tri on Saturday.

My last event was back in May, but March 2012 was actually the last time I took part uninjured. This was also when things began to fall apart. 2103 has been a year of change in effort to keep this body in motion!

images-2The most monumental thing I’ve done is hire a coach.

When I decided to race IMFL, I felt like I needed the help to get through the year uninjured. I really believed I trained fairly hard and so maybe a little help backing off would keep me in the game, so to speak.

Time would show I wasn’t REALLY working as hard as I thought!

It was fun and games through base training.

Then we began the building blocks. Every day was harder than the next and I started to quickly see where I had been slacking in the past.

I quickly learned it was a bad idea to look more than 1 day ahead in Training Peaks. It was just better NOT to know!

Amazingly, as hard as it was though, I was able to complete each session, recover, and get up and do it again. Most evenings I went to bed feeling like I’d been in MMA fight, but by morning I was ready, willing, and able to repeat the process. The ability to absorb what she was giving me was simply remarkable.

I wasn’t carrying residual soreness or on the brink of injury.

During this last week, which naturally contained the highest volume and intensity to date, my hips started to get a little snarky. I have to believe a 4 hour bike/run brick followed by a 2 hr run the next day would do that to most of us mere mortals though.

It was a very manageable snarkiness and as I come up for air (and coffee) today, I’m realizing how vital it was/is to have an experienced coach to guide me through the process.

The race results will be what they will, but to make it through these workouts successfully after the year of injuries I’ve had speaks for itself.

Everything happens for a reason….

If I hadn’t been graced with the stress fracture, I would’ve never understood how much day-to-day help I needed. I would’ve never made that step to align myself with what will, no doubt, end up being the most valuable training tool I have…..

My coach…

Yesterday, as I finished up my run…hot, exhausted, and with sore feet…it truly felt like the end of a long race.

It didn’t matter how fast I was going only that I was still able to go….

I knew the hardest of the work was done and my body had held up. I was so happy and so grateful to have been able to complete every single bit of it because you just never know.

Sometimes we take that for granted…

injury…illness….it changes perspective a bit.

So now it’s race week and ohhhh it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to chase that carrot!!

Time to pick a tri kit (blue or red??), get the pedicure, pull out the wetsuit, and grease the chain…

Good times are ahead!

Race Happy, My Friends!

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Trust the Process

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Just-Say-No-to-ResolutionsI’m not a big fan of New Years resolutions. I personally find them gimmicky and they just don’t work. Why wait until January 1st to do something significant?

I’ve never understood that…

Instead of a resolution, every year I like to come up with a personal mantra.

A small phrase….a few words…to keep my mind in the right place for the tasks that lie ahead.

It took me a while to settle on something for 2013. This year is going to be very different from anything I’ve experienced in the past.

Last year was all about getting the job done….it didn’t have to pretty to be a success. 2012 was the year of¬†Finding a Way to get the job done.

When it got unbearably hot, humid, and miserable….when my knee felt like it was never going to heal….when I thought I might vomit from the smell of chlorine…I simply repeated the mantra, “Find a Way!” over and over until the negative vibes passed.

And it worked like a charm. It’s now embedded in my subconscious; my day-to-day behavior and training, so I don’t need to reference it like I did in the past. Although, I have been known to pull it out from time to time…

like the 10x 100 swim test when the lactic acid is pooling in my upper body and I still have 4 sets remaining… ūüėČ

 

As 2012 rolled into 2013 I KNEW things were going to be different.

Once I signed up for Ironman Florida and made the decision to hire a coach my entire world changed.

I gave control to someone else.

AND that, my friends, is no easy task.

When she told me to slow down on the bike, I had to choose to listen….or not.

When she cut both my running pace and distance, I had to decide to listen….or not.

When she told me to swim MORE than I wanted or felt I needed, I again had to decide to listen…..or not.

When she said rest…to not run that half-marathon I had on tap…to cut back my running even more and build even slower….I had to scream, yell, cuss¬† decide to listen…..or not.

Fortunately, I made good choices.

I decided to have faith in her knowledge, her experience, and her wisdom.

I decided to put my ego to bed, ignore how far and how fast everyone else was moving, and to trust.

I decided to trust not only my coach, but the process.

The road to Ironman is a LONG one….much longer than the race itself.¬†I may not always like it, but I try like hell to trust the path.

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I’ll keep ya’ posted on how I do!

Swim Happy, My Friends!

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Slow is the New Fast

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 Today I had a chat with the local track coach.

Sometimes I call upon outside experts when the haze and fog of training make it impossible to dissect what the hell is going on with me.

I needed to know why I was running slower and not adapting to this heat and humidity.

It took him all of 15 seconds to respond.

I fail to recover adequately.

WHATT???!!¬† Who Me??? I know all about recovery. I’ve studied it. I’ve taken exams on it. I preach it. I write about….I am the master of all that is¬†recovery!

A-hem…apparently not.

I’ve¬†scored a big fat F in¬†summer recovery run¬†class.

It would seem that every time I head out the door to run, my ego gets in the way.

My focus is more with the numbers on the Garmin than actually performing the scheduled workout.

An ugly truth, but the truth it is.

I’m actually¬†training to race almost¬†7 min miles with my 9:20-9:30 min mi aerobic/recovery runs. YIKES!¬† Kinnda explains the mind-numbing fatigue I’ve experienced as of late.

The thing is, I know better. I know I should be running slower, but I don’t like to be a slow runner.

I want to be a FAST runner…apparently this isn’t how you get to be fast.

This is how you get to be tired, worn out, and having to rest more than train!!

Time to re-group, draw up a new plan, and try again!

Damn I love this sport! ūüôā

Run Happy, My Friends!