Now I know why only less than one percent of the world’s population has completed an Ironman (70.3 or 140.6… and I am talking the distance, not just the IM brand). I don’t really know how accurate that percentage is since I really just googled it, but I have a feeling it is pretty close to accurate. I mean, I do live in Colorado (supposedley the fittest state… think I read that on the internet too) and I was out riding in an area well-known for cycling. I encountered about 100 cyclists during my 3.5 hour ride. I was the only one on a triathlon bike. Not sure if it is because I am the only crazy one training for a triathlon that is held in May or what the deal is. Maybe that’s it. Whenever I mention that my triathlon is in May (in Colorado) people assume that I must be completing the swim portion in an indoor pool. I didn’t think it was such a crazy idea when I signed up back in December because I figured that it would stop snowing by the end of February so I would have plenty of time to train outside. That blew back in my face. It is April 22nd and it is currently snowing.
It is really hard (and very boring) to complete 4 hours on a bike trainer. Even if I am watching a movie (or two). And I don’t really push myself (since I am supposed to be relaxing while watching a movie, right??). Sure, I can run outside regardless of the conditions, but there comes a point when you become tired of running in below freezing temperatures. It takes way to much effort to get dressed in all of that gear. Somehow I managed to do okay and make it through the winter months of training. Wait, I am still in the winter months of training. My mind is starting to deteriorate. When I hear the weather report I just feel like curling up into a ball and crying my eyes out. Once in a great while I manage to get out on a day where it is near perfect. If you call 45 degrees perfect (which I don’t, especially while riding a bike with the wind chill of below freezing). Last weekend was a rough ride because I was so cold that I couldn’t feel my fingers and toes. It was hard for me to eat because I kept dropping the food as I attempted to bring it to my mouth while steering the bike. The temperatures were slightly warmer this past weekend, but nature had to bring me wind to contend with. Okay, I know that conditions aren’t always perfect, but come on, cut me some slack here! I’m still somehow disciplined to do it, but I don’t know for how much longer.
My workouts are only getting longer as I reach the peak before the taper to event day. I have my plan and I stick to it (for the most part). I work out 6 days a week and rejoice when the rest day is here. I still manage to go to work, take care of the kids and keep my house in order (okay, I may have sacrificed in that department just a little, but the kids are always fed, wearing clean clothes and smell like roses). Sometimes I just want to turn off my alarm and hide under the blankets. Other times I want to just drop off the kids at school/daycare and just go get a haircut. I spent the past month trying to figure out a time when I could go buy a new pair of running shoes… it finally happened, but came at the cost of dealing with rush hour traffic. My hair is another story. That will have to wait.
I don’t give in because I want to succeed. I want to be ready to finish that 70.3. I want to finish it in good form. I want to cross that finish line and still be able to drive home. I am getting tired (mentally and physically), but I do see the end in sight. Wait, is there an end? Maybe I don’t want an end. What will I do without my crazy routine? Get a haircut maybe?
My mind can start to play tricks on me when it is in fatigue mode. I often put things in places where they do not belong and I forget to do things that need my attention (fortunately my kids are smart enough to remind me that I need to fasten their seatbelts before we start moving). I consider just throwing my phone across the room when the alarm goes off or driving to a place where I can just walk. Then my senses kick back in and I am off in overdrive again.
Maybe I should do one of those fitness apps where you can get paid for completing your workouts. Wouldn’t I be rich by now?
Even if this race is the crappiest race ever because I nearly drown, get a flat tire, acquire some road rash or finish in last place, I will still be able to say that I have succeeded. With all of these training hours, I have already done at least 10 Ironmans (or close enough). I am proud of the fact that I DO wake up early to go workout, that I DO stay on my bike for 3 hours, that I DO keep running on tired legs, and that I DO swim countless boring laps in the pool. Why DO I DO it? Well, because I secretly love it. And, above all else, it has given me strength to persevere through the mental and physical fatigue. That strength will be required later on down the road and I will be ready.