Hmm, yesterday after spin class, I was feeling kind of irritated that our Wednesday night tri club swim would be cancelled due to Remembrance day. This is not a normal reaction for me. Generally holidays are "whee!", so i knew something was up with me. Firstly, I take Remembrance day very seriously as a time to reflect on the amazing sacrifices people have made and continue to make, so I am not too proud of feeling the irritation of activities giving way to civic facility hours. Secondly, I realized just how psyched I am getting about this training, it is taking hold and I am liking it.
I have never had a coach in any capacity before, I have made my way through the last 7 years (albeit not too prettily(word?) ) on my own training principles. hahaha. too funny. But hey, I am here, I am healthy and I am hungry for that uberfit, iron maiden to emerge in the next 10 months and kick that old Tish's ass out of town at Ironman Canada. So now to get down to what that is going to take. Rumor has it, I need to learn to love my bike, I am willing to do my part, but she has to meet me half way, be a little gentle in the beginning, warm me up slowly and then be ready to handle what i got when i decide she has seduced me long and hard enough to get the goods.
I have had a coach for 1 1/2 weeks and i love having someone else do the thinking for me. I love having a daily goal and I love kicking the shit out of that goal. Two days ago I had an amazing run. Perfect crisp sunny fall day, cute new lulu running tights, and some great tunes. I hadn't ran much in the week's plan so I was jacked up to get out there and let it rock. I was supposed to warm up for 20 minutes and then do 5x 1min fast/2 min steady, well, my first warm up mile was almost two minutes/ mile faster than my usual warmup pace. i couldn't rein it in, and i didn't want to, so i figured, hell, maybe all of this cycling is making me faster, and I decided to let my body do what it do for the run and deal with it later. The 5 pickups went great, felt strong, almost getting stronger as I did them, the cool down run home was still way above pace. Came home, downed two activia yogurts as I worked through a few stretches, and marveled at my time. I am excited to see what this ol' body will do for me when I put in the work.
Those awesome running legs were kind of shot at spin class, but this is only the second one and i still got an insane workout. Then into yoga, ooh la la! momma like!!!! downward dog me til the cows come home!!!!
I felt pretty trashed so i went home and relapsed into my leftover halloween candy problem. I forgot about how hungry one gets when the activity level is increased substantially. I need to fill my world with some good choices and make some good habits early on, proper nutrition has never been my strong point, choosing to fuel workouts with a cup or two of coffee--bad girl.
No tri club swim, so i headed for a solo swim after the Remembrance day service. I have gotten so used to swimming with a group and a set workout that I forgot how much i love to get in and just swim. My time in the water is pure meditation for me, concentrating on form sharpens my focus and calm takes over. I spend most of my time when I breaststroke with my eyes shut, it's a weird thing I try to not do, but it just happens. Any problems that got in the water with me are gone and i emerge fresh and new, and I feel shiny. did i mention I love swimming??
I realize that I may be very naive in my eagerness for this training to get cracking, and you veterans are clucking your tongue at me and shaking your heads, but I am ready to get this party started.
...back to the Lest we Forget part....
Lest we forget when we are complaining about our aches and pains, our black toenails, our schedules and hydration issues, that our problems are actually luxuries. Luxuries provided by this freedom we enjoy thanks to so many courageous men and women who are the real ironmen and ironwomen in this world. Don't get me wrong, i think we are amazing and our ironman journey is hardcore, but, seriously? Life is fucking good.
irontish.......out
peace.
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You DO love to swim. I am only just getting there again after 20 years of detesting it. I think I like swimming more now because it hurts the least of the three sports :) PLus we fart around so much - lol - it is one of my only social outings.
See, there is a benefit to living in a small town and not doing any competitive swimming as a kid, I truly feel delight when i first get in. I am sounding kind of gay here, but it is true! Speaking of hurting, what time are you running tomorrow, how long and can I come if it works????
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