I could waste yet another post telling you what's not working for me right now (I'm still not caught up on everyone's posts, have left it another month or so to blog, and my inbox is groaning - this whole zero inbox thing is so not working for me right now) BUT that's the train of negativity which has now left my station - things are looking up:
- my career is looking up - in the course of the past 2 weeks 3 different opportunities have come my way. Interestingly, they are all things I haven't forced into happening but which have developed more slowly and, perhaps as a result, look like they are going to be right (for now). (Does this mean I am going to have to learn to be patient rather than forcing things into existence? Is this the kind of painful insight 40 years have brought me to?) Watch this space - the reveal will come soon (when my kids are back at school and I can focus).
- That flu-thing I had last time? It knocked me out for a week but I recovered, got back into the saddle.
- the coaching? Is totally working. There is NOTHING better than being told what to do. (Am I actually saying that? Perhaps it's only true when it comes to training). My coach scrapped all workouts in the week when I was recovering from flu. Had I not had her, I would have, no doubt, been back at it too soon. As it was, there was nothing in Training Peaks so I didn't do anything. And recovered. And for the past 2 weeks I have been hitting it. Hard - for me. This half ironman training thing is no doozie - 8-9 hours of training a week and scanning ahead I can see 10+ hour weeks!
But 3 months into this stop start process of becoming a triathlete, I am feeling a bit better about things. While I am still not fast in the pool, I can sense progress. The bike is also getting better, if still not very fast. And the running is good despite the volume being way lower than what I'm used to. But more than that, I am beginning to get my head round it. At the beginning I was just overwhelmed with the whole thing - swimming! biking! running! transition! bits of equipment that need to be bought! aaaaaargh! The individual elements are now beginning to assume their correct size rather than the monster proportions they were taking up in my brain. If coach tells me to swim 2000m I now know I can actually do that. So I don't agonize over it for days. I've even signed up for my first sportif - that just sounds so Tour de France! - in 3 weeks - 56 miles - and I'm mildly confident that I will make it round. Whatever was going on with me in January / February - I feel I've turned a corner on it and am beginning to feel some semblance of direction and progress again.
Blogging has kind of taken a backseat while I've been leading my life, but I need to stay in touch because the stuff shared is the stuff I need more of in my life. Take for instance this nugget which wonderful Meg shared in her blog this evening, with special reference to dealing with teenagers:
I had just emerged from a discussion with my teenager which started off not so well - I should have read Meg's blog first thing this evening because she advises strongly to bite your tongue which I didn't do. However, after I did bite my tongue I did my best to listen, to not offer advice, and to help along the lines above. It worked. (I just showed her the quote above and she pointed out that what I said to her initially was none of the above. Painful but true. She then said that what she said to me in response was also none of the above. Also true. Being a parent is more difficult than training.) Thank you Megsie - I needed you back! And on a practical note - a great big elephant in the room for me has always been weight / core training. I just have this deep belief in me that I can't do it. However, I'm trying to ignore that belief (10 years ago I didn't believe I could run a mile so things can change) and the incredibly impressive and buff Jess is inspiring me with her workouts. Some of them have me laughing out loud because they seem almost impossible but I'm trying to ride with it and do them anyway. The only way is up (or in, as I want my stomach to be).
There's no way to even pretend that I'm going to be reading your blogs because I'm about to head off for 5 days of skiing - but when I get back, I will! I promise!