Five weeks. Five weeks till Rev3 Cedar Point full. Five weeks till the longest race of my season. Five weeks till my A race. Five weeks until I get my rematch with the 140.6 distance. Will I finally be able to say I successfully conquered the distance? Will I achieve my A goal? My B goal? My C goal? As much as I can try to prepare and visualize, I never know what’s in the cards for race day. But for now—I push.
Tomorrow marks the start of my final push in training. The final push is a three week period of laughter, tears, fist pumps, and crying into your hands while sitting on the side of a curb tens of miles from home. It’s a period where I fall in love with triathlon in the morning, break up with it in the evening, and ask it to marry me that night. It’s a period where I perilously balance on the edge of the triathlon-work-relationship balance and beg everything to hold itself together “just for one more workout”.
For the next three weeks my life, to put it bluntly, will be hell. 25 hours of training a week, on top of my work. Oh yeah, and I’m dogsitting this week so there is an extra dog in my apartment. And that party on Thursday. And that vet appointment on Tuesday. And that…..aaaack! The only thing I can do is focus on one day at a time. Take tomorrow, for instance. If I wake up at 3:45 I can walk both dogs and then hit the road by 4:15 and get to my “hilly bike area” by 5 and ride the first part in the dark but then be able to get in a 3 hour hill ride before I leave to come back home and shower just in the nick of time for my Skype session with my athlete Kayla (whom I’m coaching for her first marathon!) and then book it over to the office to get in by 10—then work until 5:30, hit the pool just in enough time to get my 3k in before it closes, do a strength workout, home by 8, food in pie-hole, walk the dogs, one more hour of work, then bed in time to wake back up the next day at 5 for hill repeats. And each day I will start each day by saying “breathe. you can do this.”
The thing is, I can do this. I’m not worried about the training. I am crazy strong and ever since my iron levels rebounded I have had a freakish amount of surplus energy. What I’m really worried about is everything else in my life falling apart. I’ve warned my friends that I will be “no fun” until the race. I’ve warned my coworkers that I’ll likely not match, have bad hair, and smell like chlorine and bike grease. And although during “normal time” I’m sad about the distance, the fact that my man lives 2.5 hours away and travels a lot for work will probably salvage our relationship during the final push.
But at the end of the day, I have to remind myself that as seriously as I take my training, this all for fun. If I’m not having fun and I’m ruining other aspects of my life in the process, it’s just not worth it. This is not my job (nor would I ever want it to be). It’s simply a fun hobby that brings me personal fulfillment.
Although this past weekend wasn’t an official part of my final push, it was a pretty heavy training weekend. Saturday I did a 3.5 hour ride with some friends from PacificSBR down in Stamford, CT (in the pouring rain!)
and then followed it up with a 45 minute killer tempo run. (my sweet, amazing, wonderful man cleaned my bike while I was out running!) After the workout, it was naptime with Kaipo:
Sunday I had a 16 mile run on tap. I ran the first 5 miles with my man and Kaipo, then another 5 miles with Kaipo, and then ran the last 6 while my man biked alongside me passing fluids and encouragement. He took a lot of photos:
After a hearty meal of some serious calories, it was time for mom and pup to hit the road back to Providence. Kaipo was tired from his run:
But perked right back up when we got home because he has company for the week! Someone needs to tell him in dog speak that this is NOT how you get a girlfriend:
No matter how much or how little training you have this week, I hope you all have an amazing week! Remember: you gotta make it fun!