I feel like so much has happened since I started this blog- and then abandoned it for the summer.
Summer is always a difficult time of year for me. I thrive on routine and summer always brings a sense of chaos. The kids are out of school, my son spends a lot of time gone, work is busy, the desert is HOT and the days are long. This summer was no different.
I started off the summer with a foot injury following a half in San Diego- which I PRd!! If you could have told me even a year ago I would care so much about not being able to run I would have laughed. But at this point in my life when I felt as though I was making great leaps in my running- I was devastated. Not only was I not able to run but I was supposed to begin training for a half Ironman to take place in the fall. I tried to look at the positives- I could still cycle and swim- both of which I had not spent a lot of time doing. Actually I had never swam for distance or time in my life. I began my summer excited for the training ahead for my half Ironman, excited at the idea of taking on such a big challenge with my brother and how great the accomplishment would feel. Well, that is how the summer began but not how it would end…..
When you use running for your therapy and then you lose it- well all hell is about to break loose.
FOCUS! Ok, what is this swimming all about? Can’t be that hard, right? I mean I can “swim”. I’ve spent a lot of my days floating in a pool, speed boating, laying on some of the most beautiful beaches and snorkeling in oceans afar…..I can swim. Or so I thought. Let’s be clear- swimming for distance and time is NOT a day at the beach. It takes skill, patience and a little bit of luck- none of which I had. But I bought all the gear, a membership at a lap pool and even hired a swim coach. Off I went……gargle, gargle….
Cycling on the other hand was like second nature to me. I have to annoyingly talk about my glory days as a BMX racer: Jussie The Jet- and that I was. I LOVED racing bikes as a kid. My dad practically raised us at the race track. I think we lived with our RV parked outside a race track as much as our own home some years. I am not complaining- I’ve always been a tomboy. When I bought my first road bike, I felt right at home. It wasn’t but a few months until I had become so addicted to riding that I outgrew my starter bike. I needed something faster, sleeker and more powerful. So I walked into my LBS, plunked down a large wad of bills and rode off in a Trek Madone 5.2 which I affectionately call my Carbon Rocket.
The summer had some bumps in the start. However, my swimming was coming along. I was spending most lunch hours at the pool swimming laps until I couldn’t swim another meter. I had convinced a close friend to get a bike so we started packing up and heading up north where the weather was cooler so that we could get in long rides. One of my nearest and dearests girlfriend had taken up triathlon sports as well and we were able to meet up and train together. Things weren’t so bad- despite my foot.
Ever meet those types of people that you can’t read right off the bat? Like their aura just isn’t mix with yours? They seem a bit “off” to you but you have no real good reason to feel this way- other than a feeling. Well a few of those types had somehow integrated into my circle and were really messing with my own journey. And once their true colors started to show- toxic would be an understatement. Suddenly this “fun” journey of doing triathlons with my brother had turned into something else entirely. It was competitive, mean spirited and challenging for me to even be a part of. I have never been a huge fan of people in general. I keep a small, close circle of friends who are dear to my heart. I don’t have a need to be in some large social circle. I don’t need to feel as though I am part of a “click”. I am a loaner if you will- and for me that has always worked. I’ve learned that people will use you, chew you up and spit you out- if you let them. So the moment I question someone’s motives or what energy they are bringing into my life- POOF BE GONE! And so that was that. I decided to remove myself from a group that no longer was a positive thing in my life. Life is too short to be around people you don’t truly enjoy. And these people sucked!
However, I wasn’t going to let a few nut jobs ruin what I had started out to do. So I shut the door on that chapter and walked right into a new one. Like Gone With The Wind Fabulous, honey. <twirl, twirl>
Lucky for me I still had an amazing group of friends who still wanted to participate in every aspect of my training. I had ones to ride with, swim with and run with. So the journey continued.
A few weeks later my foot was finally holding up with longer runs and mileage. I had to control my urge to just going out and running until I passed out. THE HIGH WAS BACK! I couldn’t believe how much I had missed running. It was something that swimming or riding had never replaced for those 8 weeks I took off. I was so happy to be back running the back roads and trails. The amount of peace and calm it brings to my mind is irreplaceable. It truly is my sport, my peace and my life. In all the craziness that had gone on throughout the summer with training for the triathlons- it was so priceless to get this source of peace back. My mind was quiet. And it that silence I was able to finally sort through the chaos that had surrounded me……..
What am I tri-ing for? It wasn’t fun anymore. I remember when I first met my tri coach he told me about other athletes of his and the things they had to overcome to be successful- one being nerves. He said they would show up at events almost sick from nerves and unable to calm their mind to compete. I told him that every running event I show up to I am calm. I am excited. Maybe a lil’ hyper. But overall, HAPPY. I know I did the work – now it is time to just enjoy the run. I don’t care about the time or the people around me- I am competing only with myself. Nothing matters to me except finishing. I told him that these were my hobbies- and they should be fun. I’m 32, a mom and a business woman- I am not going PRO anytime soon. This is supposed to be FUN and the moment it became about something else I wouldn’t be interested. Suddenly I realized that this wasn’t fun anymore. Maybe the drama with the other competitors I had met had jaded this journey. Maybe the fact I was back to running and that high comparatively was much larger than that of which “tri-ing” was.
Now what? I had committed and even paid for SOMA (the half ironman set to take place this fall). I am not one to back down from a challenge but here I was feeling emotionally drained from the whole experience. Somewhere in all the chaos I lost my desire to be a part of it. So like any smart girl will do- I called on the opinions of a few of my closest friends who had seen the ups and downs I had been through all summer. One of my oldest and dearest friends said to me and I quote, “ You know you work your butt off. You train for this- but the bottom line- this still has to be something you enjoy doing. So you don’t do this one thing because the fun aspect has been sucked out of it by stupid drama. Big deal. There is always another one. You love doing this because it is good for your mind as well as your body. If one of those is missing- it isn’t worth it. Move on. ……”
And with that it was done. She was absolutely right. Do what makes YOU happy. I had lost that somewhere along the way. I know what makes me happy- running. I am a runner. I wasn’t willing to share that time with anyone or anything else. I don’t want to be part of a large group trying to conquer triathlons. I don’t want to spend my lunch hours swimming in a cold pool. I don’t want the miles spent riding my bike to be merely data. I don’t want my runs to be judged on account of time. I just want to enjoy the ride. I want to get up and run the trails that have the best sunrise and not worry if it matches my training schedule for the week. I want to meet my friends on the weekend to ride our bikes just to see where it takes us and not a matter of how fast. I only care to swim fast enough to get away from a shark if I fall off my paddle board while vacationing in Bali.
At the end of the day you have to do what makes you happy. Don’t try to follow others on a path if it isn’t yours. Life won’t wait for you. Never waste time on what others are thinking or saying about you. Just focus on what you need to do in life to make your soul shine….. ❤
“Do what the f—- makes you happy because in the end- who is there? YOU!”
Ok- off to swim……..
I didn’t say I was quitting- I did say I had to out swim sharks didn’t I??? Gargle…..gargle……