It’s peak week of Ironman training, otherwise known as “bubble-wrap” phase for me. This is the time when I begin to fret over every little ache and twinge and imagine the worst. I’m bound to crash my bike in the next three weeks, or get hit by a car, or sprain my ankle, or get eaten by a shark….
I had an awful seven mile run last night. My legs were having none of it and my pace was pissing me off. Then three miles into it my stomach felt all sloshy as if I had eaten a burrito right before the run–I didn’t. My training theme song came on my iPod, Roar by Katy Perry. It motivated me enough to finish the miles I set out for. It was my first run in my new shoes that I bought for race day. Superstition is getting to the better of me, “If my first run in my race day shoes was awful then my race day is doomed”
With how forced my training has felt in the last few weeks, I have this deep down feeling that something is going to go wrong. I’m going to look back at all this hard work and think “I gave up my Summer for this?” My first Ironman last September was perfect, every minute of the entire 14 hours felt amazing. How can I possibly follow that this year?
What if I get kicked in the face in the swim? What if someone crashes into me on the bike course? What if I get a flat tire and can’t fix it? What if my chain breaks? What if I have diarrhea in the run? WHAT IF?
That’s the crazy thing about Ironman, there’s so much that can go wrong. There’s so much that can go right. It boggles my mind that I even risk an entire Summer of training in hopes for a great day. Let’s not even talk about worrying about the weather on top of all these other things.
I don’t have any time goals whatsoever. All I want is to feel as great as I did last year. It’s a long day, that’s a valid goal. The best thing I can do is continue to be flexible, keep my head in a good place, and be grateful for the journey.