This past weekend was a true test in keeping my dedication and discipline focused on my training. With the Simon Olympic Games held Saturday, July 26th at our home the odds were against me for sure! Of course, every triathlete loves competition and playing for the WIN (duh?!) But, pair that with 100 degrees + darts + water balloon toss + bags + flip cup + water ping pong + giant jenga + boones farm (don’t ask!) + Eddy’s Grapefruit Vodka ….AND that’s a recipe for any athlete to not make it out the door the next day. Am I right?
Well, I did. With only 3-4 hours of sleep and a little nausea I was off to meet the guys for our 50 mile group ride. I woke up around 4:30 am and figured, “well, I’m up. I might as well go!” I still can’t believe I made it the entire ride? I kept thinking I would probably have to get dropped and get picked up in the car later. I felt just awful and swore up and down I would never do this to myself again. (everyone says that, huh?) We met at the Frisco Running Club Store and headed out to the country into Prosper and Weston then back home through McKinney. I had no idea where we were or how to get back? Otherwise, I would have probably rode home by myself! But, it was a beautiful morning and I just love watching the sunrise and taking in the peacefulness Sunday morning. It was a nice distraction from the possible hurl all over my bike.
Before we knew it the sun was high in the sky and we were all out of water and starving, about 35 miles in. We stopped at a gas station and you would of thought the guys hadn’t been fed all weekend. They inhaled candy bars, skittles, dr. pepper, powerade, peanut butter crackers, oh… and water! The pit stop was just what I needed and I was able to muster the energy (and push back the nausea) to make it back to the store. Seeing my car in the parking lot was like seeing Mickey Mouse for the first time at Disney World. It was truly magical — I was deliriously happy to be back at home base. I had made it. 50 Miles in the books and in the Garmin. Hallelujah .
The day before, on Saturday morning, I ran with the FRC crew out at the Colony Trail. I could barely put one foot in front of the other and my legs felt like lead. It was just one of those days I guess? I got in my scheduled 10 miles but it was awful. The upside? I was with my favorite run buds and my girlfriend Amy was in town for the Olympics and able to join! Misery really does love company. A lot of b*tching going on that morning amongst the group. (Some might say that isn’t out of the ordinary, but it was over 100 degrees + humidity folks!!)
I know there is a place in training to push yourself through these mentally tough workouts – where every step, stride and revolution hurts. And, even if it will pay off at the backend of a race, I can’t help but feel a little defeated on these weekends.