Tuesday was the 2nd anniversary of my very first blog post. I reread it. It was extremely uplifting and happy while Monday was filled with self doubt and the strong desire to quit. I always imagined getting better and better as each new season begins but reality punched me hard in the face this weekend. Sunday was my first race of the season - Rev3 Knoxville Olympic - it was a rough race for me. Last year this race was my first OLY distance race and I was so nervous the whole drive down (all 12 hours) but this year I just knew I'd crush last year's time. Not only was the race a billion times harder but I finished 6 minutes slower than last year. I came in 2nd to last in my age group - to say this race was a monster failure would be an understatement.
I've now spent the past 2 days wallowing in my own self pity and trying to figure out how much I can get when I sell my bike. I have more triathlon gear than Chris McCormack and was hopeful I could make some money on the deal. But now that 2 days has gone by I'm starting to see how this race was not a metaphor for my life - or at least I'm trying really hard.
Today I went over the exact times comparing this year to last years race and it seems perhaps it wasn't as bad as I originally thought.
INSIDE THE NUMBERS:
- Finished the swim 3:00 faster than last year;
- Transition was 4:25 slower this year;
- however, BIG however here, they moved T1 much farther away than last year;
- 5:01 slower on the bike;
- :38 slower on the run;
- 20 degrees hotter than last year
- Overall - it comes down to Transition! I added 5:14 to this year's race and 4:25 of that was transition.
And just like that, I found those 5:14 minutes and it wasn't so bad. The water felt like ice cubes and the run felt like being on the face of the sun. I think those are just excuses that people make for a poor performance. When all is said and done - you get out what you put in. I did not put enough in - didn't train enough, long enough, hard enough. I deserved every one of those extra minutes plus some. As the saying goes "Train Fast, Race Fast" but since I train slow and not very seriously then that's how my races will always end up unless I change my ways. Last week I tried to teach Maddox a lesson that he was not allowed to quit baseball just bc he struck out 3 times. He needed to practice and work hard - quitting bc you aren't good is not an option. Don't you just hate eating your own words??
On a high note, my sweet NLLP took 1st place (of course he trains so hard everyday - lesson learned).
24 days left until the next race but thankfully I will not be running in the next one - bring on the RELAY!