Remember that time I shoveled a track so I could do a workout before Cabo? Well, when I did that, I set a standard of no excuses. I truly believe in the “where there’s a will, there’s a way” mentality, and especially during the final build to races that takes all precedence. This week was another one of those trying moments. Friday morning I was (in a weird way) looking forward to a “Mr. Woodling” set in the pool. Whenever you see the name Woodling before a swim set, you know it’s going to be a doozy. In fact, I think he’s the only other name other than Hillary’s that can make my stomach turn when I know they’ve written the swim workout I’m about to do! But, Mr. Woodling workouts are also a rite of passage. They’re the workouts that when you finally, finally nail them, you know you’re fit. You know the hay is in the barn. They are the type of workouts you pursue time and time again in serach of those moments of perfection.
On Friday morning, I was heading to the pool at 5:30 am. I heard a noise in the car. Granted, I drive a 2000 Chevy Tracker – so, there’s constantly a barrage of strange noises coming from the car. But this one definitely didn’t sound right. I pulled over about a mile from home, took a look, and sure enough the back tire was flat. UGH. Now, I *think* I can change a tire, but I’ve never done it myself. But more importantly – taking time to figure that out was going to prevent me from swimming. I had a ride scheduled for the PM so I couldn’t just push it back. I was hit by a few different emotions. First – feeling sorry for myself. That lasted about 10 seconds until I noticed that there was a random man on a bench nearby I didn’t really want to engage with. Time to move on. No cars were coming by that early in the morning, so there went the “look helpless and maybe someone else will stop to help” plan. As I drove slowly back home, I brainstormed: How can I get it all done?
Back at home, I threw my gear into a huge backpack. Put the backpack on, and biked to the pool. Nailed the swim. Biked to work. Biked home during lunch to assess the tire situation and make a plan. Luckily tire held for drive to the mechanic after work, got it fixed. Friday night trainer sesh. Bedtime.
The weekend continued with its share of highs and lows. Solid ride, followed by tripping over a small rock on the run off the bike because I wasn’t paying attention.
Went to the movies (saw the Spectacular Now = awesome) but accidentally ate sugar-free twizzlers instead of regular ones and spent the night paying for the sorbitol in my system (I’ll spare you the dets).
Solid half marathon and meeting some Oiselle ladies followed by a 30 minute wait at the most inefficient Starbucks everrrrr.
But admidst it all, I had to remember: Make no excuses. Get the work done. It will pay off! Five weeks!