I had a great swim this morning. Yes, I said that. Fast for
me, and fast compared to my lane-mates this morning. And since I am compelled
to compare myself to everyone, over everything… well, it’s nice to come out on
top once in a while. And it comes at a good time because I’ve been struggling
with motivation and a sense of being stuck or being “less than” with all of
this swimming, biking, and running stuff. So much so that, as I touched on
briefly in another
post, I have been considering doing the unthinkable. No, I’m not talking
about wearing flats. I’m talking about the Q-word.
Yes, these last few weeks, I have been doing a better job of
rah-rah-ing others than I have myself. And somewhere my language shifted and
instead of saying things like “I’m doing Ironman this year” when people asked
about it, I said “that’s the plan… ”. Post-race blues? Lack of endorphins
through recovery weeks? Dunno, but I was feeling dangerously close to returning
to the sofa from which I had dragged my super-sized self not that many years
ago, and eating my body weight in tortilla chips.
I told Coach I needed a pep talk and so we had a
So I took the time to carefully consider what he said
about 5 hours later… this happened:
Partially influenced by this:
Yes, a new coffee mug I’d felt compelled to pick up the day before. I don’t need another coffee mug but this one wouldn’t let me leave [the bookstore] without it.
So I’m in. Committed. And now also broke.
And this morning while eating my usual pre-swim breakfast of
toast with nut butter and banana, sipping slurping coffee from the mug
that gave me permission to click that Register button, regardless of how slowly
I might traverse the course, I was cruising through Facebook and happened upon
this video…
Now, I'm not sure about you, but I think this post has gotten much too serious. So let me end with this topical thought:
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