Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I'm a Psychologists Dream Come True
I think it was Friday night, I was lying in bed watching this HBO series "On Freddie Roach". Freddy is Manny Paquiao's trainer. Let me back track, Manny is a boxer, arguably the best in the world. Anyway, Freddy would be like having Lance Armstrong as your cycling coach. Soooo, this episode has him in charge of the US Olympic Men's Boxing team. They were doing they're usual training camp / regime but then Freddy drug in a sports psychologist. She had them envisioning success. Of course, to them success is winning. To many of us, success is finishing in a vertical position.
Ok, so, you're wondering how Katy Perry and her fireworks come into play? On Sunday night I was watching this pre-NFL show where they do the whole montage on Brady and Eli. Katy Perry's "Firework" song was the background music. And my brain that's on triathlon crack follows along...
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Yeah, it's called running on a windy day. Bad choice.
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
That's why God made GU, Roctain and Hammer Gel.
Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing? Do you know that there's still a chance for you, cause there's a spark in you?
There's a spark alright, it's called finding a porta-potty around mile 8 and no line.
You just gotta ignite, the light and let it shine. Just own the night, like the fourth of July.
How come I feel more like a bottle rocket than a Roman candle most days?? I bet Tom Brady feels like a quarter stick of dynamite.
The internal conversation is constantly going. Constantly. It wasn't such a big deal when I was just running because it was always just about RUNNING...faster. But now, I've overloaded the circuit board with hours of training each day. Pedal faster, don't drink the pool water, use good posture when you run up hill and don't forget to foam roll. It's a laundry list of getting to 70.3.
Achilles, my partner in street crime.
So last night I was on a easy 15 mile bike ride. It was cold out but the sun was shining so I couldn't resist. While pedaling along I asked myself three simple questions. They're the only ones that count on the scoreboard on game day. Can I swim? Can I ride my bike? Can I run? Yes. Yes, to all three. So, shut up brain. Turn off and just do it.