It feels like you blink and January has turned into July.
As a triathlete whose main goal is survival, I’ve found a new month (with two big races scheduled) brings an automatic inner monologue of;
“Oh shit, it’s July. Santa Rosa 70.3 is coming. Ironman Wisconsin is in September, only 2 months away!!!!!”
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that no matter how hard I try and how much wishing I do, the Hot Tub Time Machine only exists on Blu-Ray.
Check that, I have learned something else. No matter how much training I do, will I ever feel completely ready? Is anyone ever completely ready for anything? More often than not I’d say hell NO!
We’ve all had the conversations in different walks of life where we commiserate over how unprepared we are for that day’s exam, appointment or training session. I guess it’s the daily dose of Imposter Syndrome.
I guess I’ve learned one more thing. Or to phrase it more accurately, it’s something I continue to learn on a daily basis. During both of these upcoming races, I am going to be miserable at some point. For me, long-distance races come with some physical pain and plenty of mental anguish. Having completed both distances multiple times (not a big deal) I know what to expect and can anticipate when I’m entering the pain cave. Barring a catastrophe, the pain of not finishing is greater than the physical pain that will subside after a few days. I know this ultimately comes down to mindset and controlling what I can control. In the meantime, I’ll keep training mind, body and spirit. And when race day comes, all systems will be ‘go’ in a perfectly imperfect fashion.