I went for a bike ride last night, even though it was about the last thing I wanted to do at the time. I wanted to go home, I wanted to snuggle the baby, I wanted to stop at McDonald’s and pick up chicken nuggets, I wanted to rest. But, instead, I got on my bike and rode for just over 10 miles. Nothing amazing, nothing spectacular, just some more time in the saddle, more miles between me and the fear of the triathlon hills.
I am 100% convinced that I only made it out on the bike yesterday because I am training for this triathlon. If I didn’t have that looming, still slightly scary deadline I am sure I would have bagged the ride and taken the night off.
I think, and I say this with all humility, that I was kind of a genius when I decided to do this whole 12 months, 12 races thing. I don’t like working out, but I do like training. I think the whole idea of “working out” seems somehow interminable. You are never done working out, you have to work out for the rest of your life. But training- training is specific. You train for a specific event on a specific day and then you are done. For me, it will mean I am done with one type of training, but will move on to another, and that is okay. It still helps me feel less overwhelmed.
I think that when you are as out of shape as I am (was? not sure if I am in past tense territory yet) and have a substantial amount of weight to lose to be in a healthier weight range (as I did/do) it can be easy to feel overwhelmed by the process and to forget to take pride in the short term accomplishments. I think having monthly events will help me feel progress along the way and will be great milestones as I get more fit.
Sometimes I feel a little bashful about saying I’m “training” for something, given that I don’t really look very athletic and I am likely to come in last at the event I am training for. But, I am training and I am athletic and I am proud of myself. Maybe someday I’ll even be able to say those things somewhere other than this blog.