But the question is....where did I really go? I have been saying for weeks and weeks...I need to update my blog....but saying and doing, as we all know, can be a very big difference.Its always interesting to me as I watch what people say.....versus what they do. Talk is cheap and after awhile it gets so very old. But sadly, I too am human and often times, I am guilty of saying more than I am willing to do. I don't necessarily like that part of myself and have made it a goal for the year to get it all lined up; my actions and my words. I am pretty happy to report, so far so good (for the most part).
For example---I set out on the advent of this blog by SAYING: I will be more consistent with my training and my workouts. Am I DOING it? YES! My training is going so well its almost shocking. Well...not really when I think about it. I have a coach who knows more about triathlon and health than anyone I know. He has coached me for seven (7) years and knows all my strengths and weaknesses and works with them. He has devised a plan for my goals that I am following with more consistency than recent months. Why am I so shocked I am getting better, stronger, faster? (oooh....I almost sound like the Bionic Woman there....)
I spend a fair amount of time on my bike and while many of you know, I am not all that crazy about the bike, I am focused on getting those workouts in. I have even added to the fun by recruiting non-triathlon friends into the fold and have enjoyed many a bike ride with them. I even ventured out last night with the Fort Worth Night Riders on a 10-mile social ride. I know this isn't part of my "training" and I don't substitute one for the other but it is helping develop a "love of the bike" so I see it as all good.
My running feels stupid good. Yes, that's right, stupid good! I ran the Cowtown Half Marathon on Sunday (well, 11 miles of it) with a friend and client, John Gustafson. Overall he is a better athlete than I and I have to admit, as I was waiting at mile two for him to join me, I questioned my sanity of what I was about to do. After all, with all the respiratory issues I had in the fall, I hadn't really run much---and certainly not out in the cold. For some reason, on Sunday morning, I didn't care. I wanted a good run. I wanted to push myself. I wanted to run with my friend. So......I said..... F it! I got up, after 4 hours of sleep, and headed to W 7th street and waited. The first mile my head felt so dizzy. The pace felt faster than anything I had done in awhile that my body needed a remembrance that it could run that fast. My head wanted to talk me out of a lot--I was too tired, too out of shape, didn't eat right the night before, hadn't trained for the distance....blah blah blah. But.....my inner runner, the one that navigated me through many a marathon, that took me to Boston, that had forgotten how much I loved morning running took over. Her voice became louder than any and I started to have a blast with it. I relaxed, my heart rate came WAY down, and I just started to move. I felt strong and powerful.....and knew this distance (or anything longer that is coming in July) isn't going to beat me. It was the BEST workout I have had in months and I am so thankful to my friend for being the reason it happened. I probably should tell him that...huh? Next time I see him.....
Work has picked up quite a bit as well and that is as important, if not more so, than my training. Somehow they go hand in hand....when one is good, so is the other. I find myself highly motivated but often a bit overwhelmed by all that is going on. I have to find peace in the blessings and not let them get the better of me. Someone shared with me today....Faith is stronger than Fear. I believe I will be using that a great deal in the next few months as I continue down the road. There is so much potential in this beautiful career of mine...I just have to go out and develop it and make the most of it. I need a boost in the "DO" area of this aspect of my life.
Personally, life is good. That feels so good to write. Not every day is perfect but I've come to find out, it really doesn't need to be. I still have a handful of folks telling me how I am going to feel, how I am suppose to feel, what I will feel, what I shouldn't feel, etc. I respect them for caring but trust in the advice and counsel of few because in the end, its really for me to figure out. I had this HUGE epiphany on Sunday (in between the miracle run and the Night Riders) that reminded me I am exactly where I am suppose to be. I am SAYING all that needs to be said and I am DOING all that I can do. Is there more I can do? Maybe....or maybe figure out ways to DO IT differently but I determine that...no one else and that feels pretty darn good.
So---here's to hoping I don't let another 7 weeks go by before I update this blog--I enjoy it far to much. I guess in the meantime, I just had a lot to SAY and to DO.
