Life is an Ironman

It’s Sunday nighyou-never-know-how-strong-you-are-waves-medium-sizet and I just re-read last week’s post. It feels like I wrote it a month ago. It feels like I swam 3.8km, biked 180km and ran 42.2km in the last week. Physically I did not do an Ironman. However, emotionally I think I did. Without going into too much detail I can say that this past week I witnessed a¬†horrific and tragic accident, which left me reeling in a mix of emotions from sadness to gratitude for life. There are also a number of sad things happening to people in my life, of which I am on the perimeter. On top of that, there has been the logistical nightmare of finding and buying a car to replace the one that I hit a deer with a couple of weeks ago. As the saying goes, and I’ve heard it many times over the past week, “When it rains, it pours.” I have poured many tears this past week.

I’m grateful for my friends and family who have been so great to me, especially my wonderful partner who has been keeping me fed and watered. Life will always get in the way of training, there is no way around it. However, getting over the missed workouts is a great lesson to be learned. In the words of Bob Marley, “You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.

All this is to say that my training went off the rails at 3 days in. My binder sat on the floor for the past 6 days until I picked it up moments ago. Will I get back to it completely? Well, I’m going to go for it. Since I am ready to find my physical outlet, I can get on it. Hopefully it will bring me back into my body and out of my head a bit. That’s the best thing about training, it’s such a great outlet and it creates those wonderful, happy brain chemicals. I look forward to getting back in the pool tomorrow!

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