See, that’s my blanket response for everything that has gone wrong, everything I have forgotten, procrastinated, messed up, or otherwise needed to come up with an excuse for.
Seriously, it’s a joke in my family about now…
Deb: “Ang, did you get those mushrooms at the market?”
Me: “Oh crap, I totally forgot!”
Deb: “I know, I know… IRONMAN…”
As of today, there are 82 days before I get this particular monkey off my back and can hopefully rejoin the world of productive adults. Until then? Well, it is what it is!
I have learned a lot over the past 4 months and there are some things that I wish I had known BEFORE I ever registered for an Ironman. I mean, some of them are kinda “duh” things, but I guess I never really teased it all apart in my brain beforehand. So, for those of you who may be interested in climbing the Ironman mountain at some point, here’s my list:
- It’s a part-time job… Only it’s harder than any job I’ve EVER had in my life!! I just started the “peak” phase of my training plan this morning. This week, I will work out for 18-1/2 HOURS. That doesn’t count the time involved in packing bags, filling bottles, commuting to/from the gym, doing laundry, showering (more on that later)… and this is only Week #1 of Peak… It just gets better (worse) from here… At the “peak” of “Peak” it’s 22 hours. LAWD! And before you say “Oh boo hoo, poor you…” I know, I totally signed up for this myself – no one was twisting my arm. I own it all! I’m just putting it out there – Ironman takes a TON of time.
- You will fuck up… A LOT! I can’t tell you the number of times I have said “I’m sorry” to Deb or one of our kids or Freddie or my Mom or a client, because I have Ironman brain and can’t keep a thought in my head to save my life. Case in point: My son’s first day of 8th grade was today. Yesterday Deb asked me if all was good to go with the morning bus schedule. Wide-eyed, I just blinked at her… Bus schedule? Was I supposed to do something there? I quickly banged out a web address and sure enough, Josh was not assigned to a bus. SHIT! Fortunately, there are a lot of middle-schoolers in our neighborhood, so the bus did indeed stop this morning and he did make it to school… Whew!
- You will miss out on stuff… Because training takes a lot of time, you’re going to miss some stuff – maybe even important stuff. I’ve missed swim meets, kisses goodbye in the morning, meetings, travel opportunities, parties, dinners out, and more because I was either training or going to bed while the sun was still up so I could get up the next morning to train… This morning was Josh’s first day of school… and I missed sending him off to the bus for the first time ever… Yeah, put me up for Mom of the Year, stat!
- You will be tired… I think this kind of goes without saying, and of course I knew I would be tired, but I was ill-prepared for the type of bone-crushing exhaustion that I feel almost every day. I do sleep in on my Rest Days, but OMG! I’m TIRED!! Most mornings I wake up at 3:15am so I can do my personal development (don’t ask, it’s just my jam) before I head to the pool at 5am or get on the trainer. I try to get to my desk in the office by 9am, work until 5pm, pick up Josh from swim team, eat dinner, and go to bed by 8:00pm, so I can do it all again the next day.
- You will stink… Dear LORD, why didn’t anyone tell me about the SMELL? So today, I had a brick workout that went from 5am-8am and then I had errands to run. I skidded into my office at 9:03 and sat down to work. Shower? I had no time for a shower… And so, I minimized my contact with people and grabbed a shower at lunch time. :/ Triathlon STINKS!
- You will be constantly hungry… I thought I was hungry when I was pregnant with Josh. Pregnancy hunger has NOTHING on Ironman hunger! I feel like I eat all the time. It is not uncommon to catch me with my head in the refrigerator with a rice cake in one hand and an open container of hummus in the other double dipping like a crazy person!
- You will be bi-polar… While we’re on the subject of pregnancy, you know how emotional pregnant women are? Yeah, THAT! I find myself in a heap in my closet or in the shower WAY too often, just crying it out. Trying to figure out how the hell I got myself into this mess. Wondering if there is a way I can get OUT of this mess without eating crow. Pretty sure that I am losing my ever-loving mind! I guess it goes hand in hand with #4. And I thought it was just me, but I got a text from my training partner this weekend who was packing for a century ride and was sitting on the floor of her garage sobbing. I guess it’s not just me… Then there are other days when I feel like the Queen of the World and NOTHING can bring me down.
- You will feel so guilty and selfish… I don’t know how you get around this one. You’re going to take time away from your family – you just will, so make peace with it or feel guilty about it. I feel guilty about this all the time – and I have the most supportive group of cheerleaders EVER (my family) in my corner. And yet, every time I head out in the dark on a Saturday morning and know that I’m not going to be home until late afternoon, I feel so guilty about it. Triathlon is a very selfish sport.
- It takes a village… There may be those people who can survive an Ironman training cycle on their own, but I am not one of them. I am 51 years old, people, and I have a freaking TEAM of people who routinely put Humpty-Dumpty back together again! My training partner, Megan, keeps me sane and motivated and tells me that I “can,” even when I’m pretty sure that I “can’t.” My chiropractor, Malachi, keeps me rolling and running on feet that do not like this whole running/biking thing. And then there’s a whole legion of people in my Swim-Bike-Fuel community who keep me grounded and eating what I should rather than what I want in any given moment (pizza/ice cream/cake/donuts/froyo…).
- You will amaze yourself time after time… I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I have been dumbfounded at the end of a workout. Maybe it was just because I lived through it… Maybe it was a new PR time in the pool… Maybe (like on my birthday) it was averaging 20 mph over 60 miles on the bike (thanks Malachi🙂 )… I have shocked the hell out of myself over and over again. It truly is amazing what the human body is capable of if we just get out of our own way!
Look, I’m just a middle of the pack age-grouper. I’m never going to win a long-course triathlon – EVER. I’m never going to qualify for Kona. And that’s okay. Triathlon is HARD! Ironman is HARDER! But, as Tom Hanks said in A League of Their Own, the hard is what makes it GREAT! I’m really looking forward to crossing the finish line on November 5th and joining a club to which only 0.01% of the people on Planet Earth can claim membership. That will really put an exclamation point on the major transformation I’ve undergone over the past 6-1/2 years. It may not be fast and it may not be pretty, but one way or another, I’ll get there.
So even though I’m stinky and scatter-brained and walk around like a starving zombie most of the time and cry at the drop of a hat and feel like a horrible Mom and partner sometimes, at the end of the day I am pretty damned proud of myself.
Oh, and if I can do it, ANYONE can do it!!
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