My last post was June 23rd Whoa! That's 109 days ago. A lot can happen in 109 days, a lot did happen in 109 days. Yet, that's not what this entry is about. This entry is about looking ahead. Looking ahead to what's goin' down in 16 days, 19 hours, 43 minutes, 44 seconds....43.....42....41 you get the gist.
XTERRA Worlds, I made it. Just like I thought I would. It hasn't been easy. Especially from August 11th to present. A stress fracture in my third metatarsal sidelined this girl's running sessions for six weeks. A forced DNF at Rev3 Dells 7 miles into the 13.1 was a pretty low point. But what'dya do? If it's broke, you gots to fix dat shit! So blah blah blah, I did PT, rode my bike like a crazy banshee, and swam. Now I'm ready for whatever that oasis in the Pacific has to throw at me.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this entry, I'm hoping for some inspiration through creative writing bulimia. We'll see. I think it's pretty par for the course. It's been a LONG season. As my "A" race approaches is it wrong that I'm feeling disengaged? I'm winding down. It's getting harder and harder to stay at race weight, stay focused, stay motivated, stay hungry for victory.
It's not gone, the spark, it's just dimmer than it was a few months ago. What's keeping me going is being able to pull on my running shoes and log the miles near the speed I was before my injury. That tells me my fitness is still there! I've figured out that injuries can often be a blessing, not a curse. My whole approach and attitude to biking has gone from HATRED to a healthy respect. I might even go so far as to say I'd ride over running, only if it were on dirt of course. That's a no brainer!
What I'd like to accomplish in Maui is to feel powerful. Those hills, those 3300' of hills in Maui, I want those hills to be my bitch. I want to attack the ups and ride fearlessly on the descents. I want to apply all that I've learned about MTN biking and cycling this summer to that course. The outcome is the outcome. The journey is what defines the outcome and I think the little bumps in the road we encounter make that outcome worth talking about.
So a DNF, stress fracture and a DQ last weekend (funny story) those are my bumps in the road. Aquathon, biking biking and more biking, and rocking last weekend's race despite a bonehead move on my part. Those are my responses to adversity. You holla at me life and I holla back!
Mahalo!
