Today, I really really missed Ironman.
It was one of those days where I was just consumed with the memories of last year.
And it hit me that I am one month short of the year anniversary.
It was right around this time (last year) that I was doing my five and six-hour trainer rides, buying obscene amounts of Clif Shots and Balance bars, and doing laundry three times a week just for the gym clothes.
My body was ripped, my jeans were loose, and I felt like an effing machine, even if just in my own mind. I was strong and I was proud - I felt like the baddest bitch on the planet. Literally.
Aaaaaand here we are a year later.
Take all of what I just said above, and think the exact opposite – and that is where I am right now.
I think it's mostly becuase right now, I’m not really training for anything, so I don't have a ton of focus. I have a couple running races coming up, but probably don’t need to really start training for Steelhead (august) for a bit yet.
And you can tell I am a little bored and/or looking for a goal, the way I handled the no-winner-just-for-fun YMCA triathlon.
Like a damn lunatic.
So for shits and giggles, I did a long brick today.
Because that’s what Sundays are for – the long brick.
And really, because I just like the satisfaction of the long brick.
No – correction – I LOVE the satisfaction of a long brick.
I love spending my Sunday mornings in my own sweat, breaking through moments of self-doubt, and then finally standing in the shower for 20 burning minutes.
I love waking up sore.
And plus, it’s really shaming to read all those Facebook status updates of everybody doing all the bike/swim/run tests, or day-long bricks while I sits and eat four bowls of cereal. And read Facebook.
But I am not complaining about the lack of Ironman in my life this year – I am really fortunate to be able to do even just my one race- Steelhead - and to still have a job that affords me the ability to do this as a pastime.
I am not complaining.
But I just miss it.