Everybody has a different perspective on life, and isn’t it a wonderful thing? If we all thought and believed the same things, the world would be a boring place. Take me for example… I view life as a journey down a river, the end of which, of course, is my death. I can dictate my spot in the river, and some days, I can even paddle against the current, but the end result is going to be the same. Others view life as a tapestry, and they hop from thread to thread based on the choices they make. All the threads combine to paint a picture of their life, and this perspective of the world pleases them. Then there are those who see the world as a dark, foreboding force of chaos in their life. They are constantly reacting to what is being thrown at them, and they feel out of control, lost, and often lonely.
Hold your nose, I told my child, and jump in with both feet, then hang on for the ride…
Here I am, three months out from Ironman Arizona, and my life is carrying me at an every increasing pace towards the Georgia Half Marathon. I continue to run 5-6 times a week, but my reffing schedule has been interfering a bit. Periodically, I get on the scale to check my weight and my nutrition status. I am maintaining at 180. In the five years that I have been participating in endurance sports, this is the first time this has ever happened, and all I have been doing is running, and drinking beer, and eating better.
With this in mind, I have come to a tough decision. I have decided that I am no longer a triathlete. Yes. I know. I am now a runner, again. You see… I’ve found that balance of drinking beer, eating, and running that allows me to maintain my weight and enjoy the finer things in life, like a good dark beer.
Don’t be jealous. I know that you all work hard to achieve some sort of balance in your life: work, kids, running, triathlon. It’s not easy, but it can be done. My advice? Scale back your balance to beer and running. Simple really. It’s much easier to balance when there are fewer variables involved. If I can do it, anybody can do it. Someday, you’ll thank me.
After missing my long run last weekend, I thought that I would take advantage of President’s Day to get in a 14 miler. At the last minute, I diverted from my planned run at The Silver Comet, and instead went to Kennesaw Mountain. My legs were very tired and sore, and as a result, I threw all time considerations out the window. It ended up being a wise decision. I followed a different path on this run, and ended up on a different trail in the park. It was, pretty much, a straight out and back, in the middle of the afternoon, at a most leisurely pace. Just what I needed!
I have my first race of the season coming up this weekend. It is a 5K less than 2 miles from my house. I’m hoping… no, I need to PR this race, but I also need to wait and see if my legs are recovered enough to give it a go.
We shall see. Often, the tough choices take time…