Where have I been? Training. For Ironman Wisconsin. Yep, nothing has gone wrong, in fact, many things are going right. So far I'm still churning out 13-14 hour weeks while maintaining sanity and the ability to feed my children and make sure their teeth are brushed. They may not bath but those teeth better be brushed and flossed. I'll look back on this one day and realize that I was bad ass. That or minus a few sandwiches to my picnic basket.
Mountain biking in my yard. Variety is the spice of life. So I hear.
One of the main reasons I took off from writing is that Ironman (you a-hole) has been mentally taxing on me. I have zero problem with training and putting in the endless hours BUT there are so many other things that I'm struggling with. For one, I hate the unknown. Unlike a marathon, where you can put in all the miles and your worst case scenario is walking to the finish, an Ironman isn't so forgiving. There are so many factors that can end your day in a split second and for me, the control freak, I completely loath the idea that I can train like Rocky to punch out that Russian guy, yet find myself face down with a DNF. Why do I have these thoughts? These negative thoughts? Because I'm an only child with an active imagination.
So now, part of my daily training is to chill the **** out. But the last thing that I wanted to do was to sit around every day writing about how I felt like a basket case every time I swam up a river because I felt a dead body was going to surface. Plus, we've all seen Jaws. I'm not afraid, I just hate that I can't see anything. Probably for the best. I'm sure the bottom of the lake is one big CSI episode waiting to happen.
The shark bit me but then I swam away really fast.
I had a set of aero bars installed on my road bike. How did I feel about that? I felt horrible and I hope no one thinks less of me because in many ways, these bars are defacing an object that I see as perfect "as is." I'm a road bike girl, period. But, at the same time, I wanted a way to relax my lower back and beat the wind occasionally.
It was like putting pajamas on a cat
or putting clothes on E.T.
Anyhow, last weekend I took my bike out on the Ironman Louisville course and although I was only able to use the aero bars on the flats, I thought they helped me rest when I wanted to. The best part was that last year, I averaged 16 mph on that hilly course and this year I was able to get up to 16.5 over the same distance. My last 15 miles were as fast as my first 15 and those middle miles were just filled with ugly climbs.
Well, that's my story, for now anyway. I go back this weekend for more self-flagellation, better known as the "build phase" of Ironman training. More river swimming and Ironman Louisville bike course riding. Maybe some running. Maybe I'll poke myself in the eye with a sharp stick and just stay at home? We'll see.