I’m glad somebody’s ready to race….
Me? Sure. Sure, I can be ready. I will be ready. “It’s only a sprint tri” might sound like an awful thing to say, especially to someone who has never done a tri before, or someone who is scared to death of it but has been on a strict training schedule in preparation for it for months. However, it’s what I’m telling myself. I never really stop training for triathlons, all year. It is true I don’t necessarily train very hard like I do for running-only races on the road. I could definitely train harder – do bike workouts, swim workouts, ride more than 30 miles, swim at a certain pace, actually count my laps in the pool. It’s cool to think that I haven’t experimented with that yet, because it means there is so much more to accomplish and challenges to tackle.
Let me break it down for you. I have been swimming and biking regularly the entire time I’ve been injured, plus lifting, doing physical therapy exercises, stretching, and erging. I feel in shape. I’m up to 1.5 miles (at 7:32 pace, oops) as of this morning without much ITB discomfort. When I race, I race. If the triathlon on July 20 was a 5k or 10k instead, I wouldn’t do it; there would be no point if I couldn’t run it fast. However, I’ve been biking and swimming and I ought to just try. I promised to myself I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize being pain-free for all 16+ miles of Hood to Coast at the end of August, so I will do the tri if I can physically run 3.1 miles on July 20 without pain, and without any consequences to my ITB after. For the first time, I will hold back and not be discontent with running above seven minute pace. I signed up, if I can physically run and not get set back, I will show up and do what I can. My training, and my ITB’s response, is totally unknown for the next twelve (crap, crap, crap) days, but I’m just going to take one day at a time, enjoy what I can do and not think about what I would want to do if I was luckier/things weren’t as they are at this moment, and just not stress.
I find myself in these tricky situations very often, in all areas of my life. But in the end, if everything worked out perfectly all the time and things were exactly as I planned and expected all the time, what fun would that be in the end?
If things in life were easy it would leave far too few things and moments to be appreciated.