In my last post, I talked about how fear can keep people from copping out and fully showing up. They’ll say they don’t have time for things, and really they do–they just aren’t making the time, because they’re afraid.
Well, first things first: since my last post, I have been training. I’ve focused on running because that’s where I’ll get the fastest cardio gains that will benefit me with the bike and the swim. That’s also what’s easiest. Lacing up shoes and hitting the pavement is easier than special shorts and helmet and gloves and checking the bike tires onandonandon, and definitely easier when time-crunched than driving to the gym for a pool work out.
So that’s the good news. I’ve been training, regularly. I’ve even thrown in vinyasa flow pretty regularly and have been taking a new approach at my studio, going as fully as I am able into every pose rather than deciding to sit out the hard ones (ha!).
Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way (whew! thank goodness that I’m not coming back here to report that yet again, I fell off the wagon with doing any training!), there’s the part where it hit me today that, “Um, you have to actually sign up.”
If my goal is to one day do a half-Ironman, then at some point I’ve got to actually do a sprint triathlon, and then an olympic. Back in December, I was all over the online boards that post triathlon events, thinking about all the training I’d do and how by April I’d be so ready for a sprint triathlon (I had my eye on the HIITS series in Napa Valley).
And now it’s March 20th and I know that there’s no way I’d be ready for a sprint triathlon in three weeks. I can definitely swim 750 meters in a pool. I can definitely bike 12 miles. I can most probably run 3 miles, and my only hesitance in claiming that comes not from a cardio perspective (I know I’ve got the cardio) but as someone who has been injured something like, oh, fifty MILLION FUCKING TIMES, I would hesitate to run three miles in combination with those other activities all on the same day, for fear that it would tip me into the injury zone.
All of those activities as separate events would be an effort, but do-able.
It just probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
Moving in increments
I’ve moved in increments. I’ve gone from no training, to haphazard training, to training regularly and not copping out on myself about it.
Now, if I actually want to do this thing, then I’ve got to actually sign up for an event. (Why sign up for an event, rather than just enjoy training on my own? Because I LOVE events. I love the racing environment, all those people together and the nervous tension and the cheering and the 10-second countdown and the camaraderie).
Next step: sign up for some freaking sprint triathlons.
I’ve just spent some time online and have identified three triathlons that I could do this year. Two are sprint distance, one is olympic, and all give me a few months more to get my bearings with training.
Next step: telling my husband I want to do them (which is sort of making it official even more than registering for them, because hey–child care. Critical).
I’ve also identified a few 5k races that I can participate in between now and this fall, just so that I’m not jonesin’ too hard for that race environment. It will be fun to do a few short fun runs in community with other people.
Speaking of moving
I alluded to something in my last post that I wasn’t yet able to share details on. The deets? We bought a house! A little more than a week ago, we moved! It’s kind of a crazy experience to have gone through the whole mortgage process and become homeowners, all while juggling my business and being a mom.
Some great news in all of this? The garage is huge, and we don’t really need to use it for our cars. I’m thinking about bike trainers. Also, the new location of the house is closer to some more bike-friendly avenues that are less heavily trafficked than our old house.
I’m excited about what is to come, this year. I feel like finally, the path is cleared for me to dive into training the way that I’ve always wanted to.