In an effort to get back to blogging, I thought I would start with some musings after my Tucson Training Camp Extravaganza (more on that to come)
The only thing that stays the same is change - those are the lyrics from one of my favorite songs. I believe that it is a constant reminder of life. Our sport often seems so monotonous. Swim, Bike and Run – repeat and then repeat some more.
We find solace in those familiar routes. We get comfortable with that “certain” wheel in front of us. We know what our watts or heart rate are at any given time. We become experts in knowing what is the perfect pre-race meal for our perfect performance. We know what workouts will work. We develop that perfect routine day in and day out. We have that dependable pattern that those around us can depend. We are those “type A” folks. We are those “creatures of habit.” So much of success in this sport is about consistency. Showing up to our prescribed workouts day-in and day-out results in progress – this is proven. Those with the greatest results are fiercely committed to following their workout plans regardless of what other “life circumstances” are happening. There is comfort in the whirlwind of life to get on the trainer and settle in to an hour or so of control. In uncertainty of less-than desirable news, the constant of the black line at the bottom of the pool and the truth of the pace clock becomes desirable. When the noise of a job, children, or just the voices between our ears gets loud, a set of headphones and a whirl of the treadmill make for welcomed comfortable discomfort.
The beauty of our sport is like life; just when things get predicable and certain, in comes “Change.” My experience is that often, it isn’t a little change but big whopping, catch-your-front-wheel change. We ride our favorite route and the road is closed. We get in the pool and the pace clock doesn’t work. We show up to get on our favorite treadmill and the sign says, “out of order.” Those gifted athletes are the ones that ask, “Okay, so what can I do?” They roll with it. In a race when all nutrition is lost – well, they rely on course nutrition. They get a flat when leading the race – stay calm change it and get back at being thankful for a bit of rest. I recall one time seeing that a pro leading Ironman Arizona was having trouble with his shoes – so, he took them off and ran barefoot. I have always believed that our sport prepares us for life. Everyday, I show up to my beautiful Dimond bike with her little wheels and brakes and trust she is going to take me on an adventure. Sometimes she gets a flat or her brakes or chain need some attention. Everyday, I lace up those kicks that worked for the last 50 runs and this time, there just isn’t the same spring in my step. Well, I have had plenty of examples of learning to carry on. I have been taught to “ask better questions.” I have learned that the best lessons in life and sport are that as long as I put one foot in front of the other, take one more stroke in the water, push the pedal over one more time - I will get where I need to be and more will be revealed. That is the beauty: find the certainty in the uncertainty. As long as I get more information, I will be able to make a new decision. If I drop out, sit down, throw in the towel – I will miss the lesson or the gift. I am so grateful for my Smashfest Queen mentors and sisters that encourage me every day to move with intention each session. My coach, Hillary Biscay, responded to the question, “Why do you keep doing this?” with the answer that spoke to me – “to see if I can get faster, stronger, and tougher.” Do the scary stuff and facing our fears is where we’ll find the magic. Hillary often replies to my questions with the question, “why not?” I try not to find an answer to that question so that I can move forward. Change will happen. That is a given. It is when we roll with it and keep moving forward that we become the champions in our life as well as in our sport.