I do not do New Years resolutions. I just don’t and never have. I guess maybe I have always missed the point, or have felt like I do not want to set myself up to fail. Statistics are staggering on how many make resolutions and do not follow through. The optimist in me, of course, is overjoyed at the ones that do their best at carrying them out and succeed. I guess it seems silly to me to make these grand decisions instead of micro-decisions throughout the year. I mean, we all change, everyday….so why not make mini decisions throughout your changing, daily life? Why not adapt and learn as life carries you?
I do, however, set goals. This happens year round, so I don’t necessarily feel that it is a “resolution” and being that it is now January 13th, I’ve kind of missed the window of opportunity in making them resolutions. My goals change. They change often and they make up a myriad of different situations. As I sit and assess this coming year race wise, I have no choice but to make goals. Which races to enter, how to train, do I change running shoes (again) how do I become faster, eat cleaner, and manage my time well during the training season? Do I get a new bike, or is the one I have going to carry me through this race season (she’s a great bike)
Speaking of training….I am one week out from “officially” starting the training for my third Ironman. Wow! It’s exciting! It makes me get these butterflies in my stomach like I am about to jump off of a cliff. That feeling of exhilaration and nausea. The sweaty palms, the tingly fingers. I will be doing a 27-week training plan for this race. I am hopeful that the cross-training that a triathlon provides through varying swim, bike and run days, will keep me injury free and not have the situation I was in this summer that took me out of my Fall marathon. I am happy that I have learned over the years, that less is really more as far as training goes for me. I mean, I trained for my last Ironman in 9 weeks (not advised) but it worked out, and I have the PR to prove it. I started a sort of “weening into” training last week. My coach gave me a 2-week warm up….”OH hello triathlon body…time to wake up!!” I have to say, it has been nice to be back on a plan. Not that I have been sitting on the couch for months, but I have definitely been more, shall we say, lenient, in my training.
I am once again, looking forward to sweaty feet, tired muscles, stinky running shoes, helmet head, a chaffed bottom side (for a while…ok always) visor hair, living in tri-gear, catching up on every movie on Netflix during trainer rides, napping, falling into bed completely used up physically from a hard training day, blisters, the squeeze of compression socks, a car that looks like I am living out of it, snaps on the head from my swim cap, goggle eyes, the foam roller (ok, that’s a lie) the Stick (ok, that’s an even bigger lie) and the fabulous perfume of chlorine!