I’m not a big fan of New Years resolutions. I personally find them gimmicky and they just don’t work. Why wait until January 1st to do something significant?
I’ve never understood that…
Instead of a resolution, every year I like to come up with a personal mantra.
A small phrase….a few words…to keep my mind in the right place for the tasks that lie ahead.
It took me a while to settle on something for 2013. This year is going to be very different from anything I’ve experienced in the past.
Last year was all about getting the job done….it didn’t have to pretty to be a success. 2012 was the year of Finding a Way to get the job done.
When it got unbearably hot, humid, and miserable….when my knee felt like it was never going to heal….when I thought I might vomit from the smell of chlorine…I simply repeated the mantra, “Find a Way!” over and over until the negative vibes passed.
And it worked like a charm. It’s now embedded in my subconscious; my day-to-day behavior and training, so I don’t need to reference it like I did in the past. Although, I have been known to pull it out from time to time…
like the 10x 100 swim test when the lactic acid is pooling in my upper body and I still have 4 sets remaining…
As 2012 rolled into 2013 I KNEW things were going to be different.
Once I signed up for Ironman Florida and made the decision to hire a coach my entire world changed.
I gave control to someone else.
AND that, my friends, is no easy task.
When she told me to slow down on the bike, I had to choose to listen….or not.
When she cut both my running pace and distance, I had to decide to listen….or not.
When she told me to swim MORE than I wanted or felt I needed, I again had to decide to listen…..or not.
When she said rest…to not run that half-marathon I had on tap…to cut back my running even more and build even slower….I had to scream, yell, cuss decide to listen…..or not.
Fortunately, I made good choices.
I decided to have faith in her knowledge, her experience, and her wisdom.
I decided to put my ego to bed, ignore how far and how fast everyone else was moving, and to trust.
I decided to trust not only my coach, but the process.
The road to Ironman is a LONG one….much longer than the race itself. I may not always like it, but I try like hell to trust the path.
I’ll keep ya’ posted on how I do!
Swim Happy, My Friends!