There is something that I have been needing to write about but couldn't figure out quite what I was needing to say. I think I know the question, though I am sure it will be a long time before I find an answer.
The problem? I lack a point.
Now I know you think "Duck, after 237 posts, you are worried about having a point now?!!"
Not that kind of a point. I can, AND WILL, ramble on to my heart's content whether or not I make an ounce of sense from now until eternity. This page is mine to torture as I wish. No, I mean something else.
My training. My training lacks a point. It lacks a purpose. It lacks an identity. More precisely, I lack these things right now.
When I was training hard with certain triathlon goals in mind, it became easy to make the hard decisions. Want pizza? Eat a salad. Want to veg out in front of the computer? Get your ass out there and run in the rain. Get up early to train, keep an intense pace at work so you can get done early enough to get sleep and get up with enough time to train tomorrow. Don't make a mistake in time management on Thursday that will cost you on Saturday. Push when you want to coast. Make sure that session is your best effort, whether that means trying your best to keep it aerobic or tasting pennies on a really hard session. Finishing each hard workout sharp while visualizing a finish line and asking yourself "is that all you've got?" "Is that your final answer?". Taking the bad days and muddling through the miserable runs because this is how you get better. Checking your ego at the door of every workout so that you can be totally honest with yourself. These moments? These are what I love, what makes it all worth it.
|What do I do? What do I do?|
|That is where these two come in.|
Mine shoulder space is occupied by The Blerch (thank you Matthew Inman!)on one side,
and The Honey Badger (MBE, one bad ass badass) on the other.
Now there is nothing wrong with being a hobbyist. But the hobbyist has different motivations. So long as they are fit and lean enough to enjoy themselves and be healthy, then there is no reason to make the hard choices. You do the parts that are fun and leave the rest. But here's the snag, self-improvement (regardless of the vehicle- for me it's sports, for you it may be totally different) is not a fun, pain-free process. It is taking the whole of your experiences and not just cherry-picking the enjoyable parts.
I've never been very good at training just for training's sake. It's all fine when the sun is shining but it's not enough to get me out the door when I am tired or lazy or the weather is bad. It won't get me to bed early or ordering the salmon plain but as a triathlete with certain races on the calendar, I would do that and more. I had a strong vision of how I needed to develop to reach my goals. Even if a race wasn't imminent, I understood how each thing I did advanced me towards my long term goals and realized vision. It kept me on track. I understood how to find balance. I knew when I could relax the discipline and when I couldn't. In spite of numerous running injuries thwarted substantial progress, I felt connected with what I was doing.
Then this fall I made the decision to give up trying on the run. It was a calculated, intelligent decision. My body's resistance to the run training, due in part to the fact that my physical attributes are the OPPOSITE of what you want in a runner, had hampered my ability to get fit in any of the three sports. In spite of being more precise in those workouts than any other type, I had seen a plateau and had started what seemed to be a slow decline in fitness and speed. I felt like the only way to salvage any part of this was to remove the elements that were (for one reason or another), placing more drag on my progress than I could overcome. Eliminate the run (and swim). Essentially, turn around and try to make some progress with the wind at my back for a change.
My doc is thrilled. My legs are thrilled. My coach is on board with the experiment (I don't think he sees this as quitting). I immediately started seeing a response out of my body as I stopped trying to drag it down a road that it is not made to travel. Oh, and that hip that had been stubbornly refusing to improve cleared right up. I am spending more time doing what I really love, the fact that I don't constantly hurt, the fact that cycling by design includes a degree of social interaction that is typically scarce in my life. In other words? It is fun. The people are amazing! It also comes naturally. I will most likely be more competitive in this as a solo sport because it is the only area where I have an ounce of talent (provided I am willing to put in the work). If I can train consistently without being chronically injured, I can finally push past that plateau and get to a new level of fitness (though admittedly I'm going to be sporting the world's largest quads within a month or two.)
|Did I say a months? I meant weeks... or minutes.|
Running was the only thing keeping these in check.
Basically, I'm never going to fit into jeans again.
This was my idea. THIS IS WHAT I WANTED!
But there is no trace of that shiny, happy athlete forging ahead with her fitness, breaking new ground in skills and social connections, preparing for a season of crushing souls in the cycling world. I'm in a total tailspin.
I have never done a straight cycling event other than a time trial. I have no races on the calendar to lock onto, defining the skills and fitness goals. Right now, I am aiming in the dark. And what I walked (limped??) away from is the only thing I can see.
Everything in my twitter feed, my friends, real and online, the blogs I follow, the books I have on my kindle... all of them are inundating me with images of people fighting through the hardship to cross that finish line. It is especially true now with Kona and Longhorn in the same month. Everyone of those makes me feel like crap. I have stopped reading them, looking at pictures, even at times struggled to wish my friends who are racing good luck. I suddenly feel like I am staring at what used to be my reality from behind a pane of glass. I have found myself getting bitter towards people who do everything wrong yet seem to glide through the process unscathed. Damn them and their forgiving bodies!! I have turned into the grumpy cat of triathlon.
|Thinking of quitting?|
The world is full of motivators like this...
To which I say:
|Did I mention I was grumpy?|
So what's the problem? I gave up. I walked away from the fight. I walked away from the sport that had started to make up the "walls" of my world. Yes, there is the intention of gaining fitness, losing weight, and returning stronger than before... but let's get real. I reached a breaking point and I made a choice. I quit. And at the moment, with no other well defined goals or plans, that is the only thing written on those wall right now. I quit in a sport where the one true win is not quitting.
Quitting is not an option,
Each time I try to challenge myself to do better, it all comes down to one question.
What the Hell am I doing here?
|I need to find the point.|
There. It's out. It's what is really bugging me. But since I can't solve this today, I'll do what I always do....
Go ride my bike.