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Self Acceptance Fairy

It was several years back, I was out on a run, and it was one of those where the time just flies by because my mind was wandering. These runs are like therapy and you can’t make them happen on demand, you just have to take them when they come. I had one of those and I remember coming home and thinking that if I was a fairy, like a tiny Tinkerbell, with a wand, who can run around and make magical things happen, I would be the fairy of SELF ACCEPTANCE.

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Coaching athletes it’s one of my jobs to constantly remind people that they are okay, they are loved, they are right where they need to be, everything will work out, etc. And I find that it’s very easy to be honest with others in this way. It’s easy to support others in their endeavors and to believe in them and accept them for who they are, good, bad, and otherwise. It’s easy to tell them when they need to work harder, or that they are working too hard. And I can do all that without judging them as people. I think a lot of us would say the same.

But then turn the tables. Can you do all of this with yourself? I can’t! I will admit that it is easier for me to support others than support myself. It’s easier to accept others flaws than my own. I seek a level of perfection that I do not require of others (and some would say that I require a high level of perfection of those around me). When it comes to me, I am so much harder on myself than I am on others. What the heck is up with that?

Why do we feel that negativity towards ourselves is productive?

Let’s take the athletes flaw of compulsion as an example. Do you know someone who has to get the workout done at all costs? If it’s on the training plan, they are going to make it happen. If they are coughing, or their calf hurts, it doesn’t matter, it’s on the plan.  And when they are in this mode, thinking about whether it’s a good or bad decision for their health is put on hold. This comes from negative thought patterns and avoidance of what they perceive as failure.

“If I don’t check every box I have failed”

“If I take a day off I will lose my fitness”

“I missed yesterday, so I have to make it up today”

Sometimes athletes in this mode are waiting for coaches to pull in the reigns. But coaches are not around 24/7, they expect humans to be smart like humans. I EXPECT my athletes to seek health. They hear me preach it day in and day out. Coaches who don’t expect this essentially are treating you like dogs or horses and those are the coaches you see living with their athletes, controlling their every move. If you see sport as a metaphor for life, a vessel to learn how to live a happier more fulfilled life, then you need to act like a human and keep health in mind.

Compulsion comes from fear of failure. Almost all our our negative behaviors that take us on a detour from the path of health are based on fear of failure.

One of the best things you can do for yourself in this short life you have, is to convince yourself that FAILURE is part of a HEALTHY life.

However….lets explore this a little more…

I once heard that our brains are inherently negative. We spent literally thousands of years trying to stay alive in a world where there were many daily threats. When we heard a stick break in the forrest, we could either think “Oh someone wants to play,” OR “something is going to kill me.” The negative thinkers were most likely the ones having babies down the line. The negative brain remains today as a way to protect us. It uses the experiences of our lives to prevent us from making future mistakes, preventing future pain, hardship, and or death. Thus it develops triggers, on purpose, to steer us away from perceived future pain/death.

In todays world, the negative brain is just not as functional as it once was. Actually, it’s functional in one area, but not in another. Our level of physical safety is at an all time high, sure, we use the negative brain on occasion but honestly, it’s rare. Most of our current triggers are about avoiding future emotional pain. They are keeping us not from death, but from failure. (See above: failure is part of health)

I think an important part of self acceptance is understanding that our negative brain exists to try to keep us safe and that it’s each individuals journey in life to determine whether it does just that. I personally have found that while my negative self keeps me physically safe, it also limits my potential. Have you seen the new kids movie The Croods? The entire movie is about this concept and it’s literally one of my favorite movies of all times. Plus there is a sloth named Belt, so the movie has to be awesome!

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Have you ever heard of the concept of hunger and nutrient density? When I was learning to eat healthy, and I forget where it came from, but this concept was presented to me that if you don’t eat a variety of nutrients you will continue to be hungry. The body seeks certain nutrients and until it gets them, it will continue to want to eat to find them, especially if it is deficient.

Well, listening and being compassionate towards your negative self is like that. If you continue to try to shut down your negative brain without hearing it and acknowledging its warnings, then it keeps repeating, it’s not satiated. But when you recognize that these voices are simply trying to protect, then the need within is met and you can take heed and move on. The trigger has served its purpose.

If you can listen to your negative self, if you can understand that it’s merely a warning, and not a roadmap, if you can be aware enough to recognize that it fears failure and that failure is okay, then guess what??

Here comes my fairy moment….

That my friends IS the definition of SELF ACCEPTANCE.

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I went ahead and made it bold for you, go ahead and reread it.

And on that note, the path to inner peace and joy is exactly that, it’s a path. It’s not a destination (nor do you want it to be, because I’m pretty sure it’s 6 feet under ground).

Race Season IS HERE

Most likely you spent one or both of the last two weekends updating the Ironman website on your computer, watching your friends compete at IM Cabo or Melbourne. With Oceanside 70.3 this weekend I think we can safely say that race season is here for 2013. I always think of Oceanside as early season world champs. It’s that first race that everyone is looking to see what sort of form people are in thus far.

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 A good performance at an early season race can go either way. It can be an important confidence boost for an athlete that is questioning if what they have done over the off season is working. But it can also be a sign that too much focus was put into the offseason, which can at times yield poor performance in your “depth of season”, especially those all important late season races.

A less stellar performance early in the season can at times be a good thing. Now, I don’t wish bad performances on anyone, but if you’re going to get a kick in the ass, this is a good time to experience it. Truth is, it’s a long year. Starting to find your mojo right about now, in my opinion, makes for strong late season racing. The best seasons I have experienced have been a slow and steady build to a wonderful crescendo.

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So, as we start getting into the season, here are some reminders straight from me to you.

Get your Sh!t in order:

Make sure you have clearly defined your inner circle. Who’s in? Who’s out? Who are you depending on this year for coaching, nutrition, support, training partners. Are these people who you are ready to lean on, who will be there for you through the long haul? And are they people who you would do the same for? These are important relationships, and sometimes less is more.

Make sure the past is history. After having reviewed what went wrong last year, and having made the changes towards success for this year, let it go. This years problems will be new problems, so don’t live last years AND this years. Just be ready for a new fresh year.

Check your ego at the door. Part of being emotionally strong enough to take risks in racing is understanding the difference between confidence and ego. Confident people are free to go off the front, free to huck their HRM at mile 10 on the bike. Because if they fall flat on their face, well, tomorrow is a new day, and next month is another race. People run by ego have a lot of bravado, usually talk a lot about being “dream crushers” or “name takers” when in reality this is a huge front for a fragile ego that can’t take a beating. These athletes tend to play it safe, after all, an ego blow for these folks is devastating.

Now that you have your Sh!t in order, limit consequences, and expand benefits:

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Now it’s time to enact what I call the “Clean Slate.” Think about a giant chalkboard that you have just done several gnarly math problems all over. Remember calculus, think of that. That board has equations, there’s some drawings, numbers are everywhere, heck there’s a lot of letters in there too, and some are greek! It’s FULL, brimming really. That’s where you are at the start of race week. Now, as race day approaches, start erasing that chalk board. Yea, go ahead and get out the good eraser, the new eraser, the one that returns the board to is original clean black slate. Let it all go. The problems are solved, the answers turned in, every box is checked. Now work towards stepping on the start line with a clean fresh board. Because folks, your gonna need it. If you want to reach your potential the path is not easy or simple and you’re going to need a clean frickin’ chalkboard. What happens if you step on the line without a clean slate? If you are still worried about not having done enough, about facing tough competition (the toughest competition you will face is between your ears), then you will pay the consequences for those thoughts. Consequences usually come when the going gets tough, when you need to dig within for that extra toughness, well, all those excuses will regurgitate back up.  Limit Consequences.

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Start kickin’ it with your inner surfer, dude. Or, if you are me, you channel Crush from Nemo.  Whatevvvvves dude. Righteous. Put on your rose colored glasses, build your personal bubble that nothing can penetrate. However you have to think of it, I’ve given you three examples, but the point is you gotta get happy, and you gotta get positive, and you gotta let shit roll off your back. Optimism and chill attitude doesn’t come easy on race week, you have to work at it. It’s way easier to be a raging tapered bitch (again…limit consequences). However, doing the work to find your inner chill turtle, or putting on your rosy aviators pays large dividends on race day. You problem solve better, you utilize your sugar stores more efficiently, and you feel more in control. You are expanding benefits.

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Dudes, and dudetts, none of us are forced to race. Sure we have invested lots of hours and money, but would you really trade those new race wheels for a couch at Crate and Barrel? What’s the alternative folks? If you aren’t out there on race day because you love being healthy and you love being a triathlete, then you would be somewhere else. There are plenty of great ways to stay healthy that are way more chill…rock climbing…long distance hiking…yoga. So if you think that being a raging bitch with a fragile ego is part of the sport, it isn’t. Do the right work upstairs, get your Sh!t together, wipe the slate clean, find some perspective, put a smile on your face, and enjoy triathlon. If you can get yourself to that place, I guarantee you, the ass kicking, name taking, and dream crushing will be a byproduct, and one you could care less about. 

 Happy Racing in 2013…

 

Exploring “All In”

I had the best dinner with my mom last night. I flew home this morning from spending some some time in San Jose seeing my parents, training in San Jose, and just making progress in my fitness. First I have to say that my mom is such a wise soul, she’s a phenomenal listener and she knows me better than anyone on this earth. I’m a lot like my dad, and she’s been married to him for like 35 years. She gets us. We had this really interesting conversation about being “all in”

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I was an “all in” kind of girl when I started this sport, Age Group Nationals was my third triathlon. I qualified for it the weekend before, and then flew to Portland and raced. I was all in. Each year that progressed I tried to go even more all in, and through various coaches I learned more about dedication to goals and what sorts of actions got you there. The good sleep, the recovery, the flops, the food, it’s all come in bits and pieces as I tried to go more all in (can there be a MORE all in?)

At some point I noticed that some people seem to be a bit too “all in.” You know the person who’s sole existence is triathlon, their ego and worth in life hinging on race results and power numbers and average pace, etc etc. I noticed that this seemed to be not so healthy in those people, that they weren’t very fun to be around, and I saw that at times I had these feelings myself. Troy and Michelle are probably nodding their heads right now. So is that “all in?” as in EGO is all in?

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Along the way I prided myself in the fact that I had never really had a bad race. I had generally progressed in an upwards fashion, finding my way to the podium on most all races through hard work, and solid race execution. I wasn’t the type of person to blurt out my accomplishments to other people, but to ask them about themselves, to learn about their journeys.

And I’ll be honest here. If you trained with me last year, you would have noticed pretty quickly that I was sad and depressed most of the year. Troy suggested that I disconnect from Dirk several times and just do my own thing. I was stuck (by my own choice) in an unhappy place and although I royally defiled a few restrooms on the Kona Ironman course, as I get some distance I recognize that I landed on that island pretty emotionally screwed up. In my core I was afraid that a good race would mean that my sad and depressed year was on the right path. That’s a bad bad place to step on the line. Yea, I defiled a few bathrooms, but if it wasn’t that, I kinda think something else would have derailed me. Self defeating. I didn’t want what felt all wrong to turn out to be right.

As I move forward from last year I find myself asking, what is “all in?” It seems that all in means all in. Like it’s not a spectrum, it’s an absolute, you are willing to do anything to get maximum results. But I know, I just know, because I’ve seen it a ton of times, that if all in means wrapping up every ounce of who you are in the sport, then you aren’t going to get maximum results. So after a long chat with mom I think I have a better idea of all in.

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All in is personal. All in for me is a focus on going for it. Throwing out my hangups and insecurities and taking a leap. Going all in means fixing what sucked last year, and then having the sense to call it fixed, to stop dwelling. Don’t take the salt tabs, go chase what makes you happy, surround yourself with people that tell you they believe in you and mean it. My mom in all her wisdom pointed out to me that in Hawaii last year, before I stepped in the bathroom, I was running on the podium. My fitness was there, my body was ready to do great things.

But my head was screwed. Anyone who trains as consistently as I have for 5 years has a wide breadth of fitness. But the hangups and insecurities become the bigger performance limiter. This year I go all in to get rid of them. I will chase the joy, I will have the good attitude both on the court, and within the 4 walls of my home, and I will, I WILL, believe in myself.

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Perception

I watched an episode of Big Bang Theory last night after Annie went to bed. I love that show because Troy belongs in it. In fact last night they were playing D&D and I got a really good chuckle out of that. At the end of each episode Chuck Lorre always writes a little post that you have to pause very quickly to read. I think I watched like 2 seasons before I started pausing and now I always do. They are different passages, sometimes witty, sometimes he talks about the characters, and sometimes, there is a gem like this one. (PS Did you know in real life Raj married a former Ms.India. This makes me smile on so many levels)

You can click on it to make it bigger so you can read it.

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You know when you read something that is the right thing for you to read at the right time. This one was that for me. Perception…it really does craft our world. The word inspirational is such a buzz word now a days. When I look at the people in my life that inspire me, it’s usually because the way they see the world is something I admire. I rarely look up to those that have attained greatness, to be honest I’m usually just jealous, but I often look up to those that see the world as great, as a gift, and it’s because I struggle with that.

I was listening to Rich Rolls new podcast this week and it was another example of just a mix of people and opinions that I admire because they choose to see the world as a light bright place. His most recent one, he had on Gabrielle Reece, and it was a great listen, she was funny, but introspective too! I really enjoyed a section where she talked about following your own inner compass and that means not only ignoring when people don’t like what you are doing, but also ignoring the praise. They both are just opinions, other peoples opinions, and other peoples options are based on other peoples inner compasses. That’s my rewording of what she said at least. I nodded along to that for some time.

Rich is big on each person having a reason for being here. He has very much found his passion and listening to it in his voice, and how resolute he seems to be makes me a little jealous. I can tell by the way that he advocates individuals to find “their thing” that he must feel it’s pretty awesome to be on the other side of the quest. I don’t think I have found mine yet, in fact I know I haven’t or I would be shouting it to the world, and writing books and giving talks. I’m a work in progress I guess. I really like relating to people, and helping people, but I’m not 100% in the right place, I’m still searching for what that is.

I think most of us feel that way most the time.

What MATTERS

I hate habit, routines, and patterns. Bleh. I can’t stand doing the same thing every day, in the same order. I am a perfectionist in “HOW” things get done, but not order. I detest morning routines, and bedtime routines. But this year I really tried developing some routines because I thought it would help with my performance and life balance. My morning routine ended up…wake up, take Zeo off and dock it, take pulse, take Osat, open Restwise, fill out half the questions, go pee, check color, note in Restwise, get nude, weight, note in rest wise, put clothes on, check email, check twitter. Oy.

So, in my period of annual reflection I though I would make a list of things that matter and things that don’t. Now, beware, this list is personal and a bit theoretical in places. It’s my list, yours is probably different, but hey, maybe it will make you think about your own list and question some of the things you do that you think matter…but maybe they don’t really.

THINGS THAT MATTER

– Getting to sleep before 10pm, this makes me Superwoman.

– Making training dates with others, playing with your friends and family, being active together, and laughing. Laughing should be it’s own thing. Here…

– Laughing. It matters, big time.

– Eating a balanced diet every day, and developing healthy habits. Being the kind of person that enjoys clean eating, this matters.

– Organizing your training fuel and keeping it in a central location and fully stocked.

– Not eating late in the day. This is Oh-So-Hard for me, but it matters. It really matters.

– PMA …positive mental attitude

– Taking personal responsibility for what happens in your life. You always have a choice including your participation in this “sport”.

– Having organic veggies delivered to the doorstep every week

– Developing the habit to plug in your Garmin the minute you get done training, it’s worth the pain to develop the habit. I had next to no “dead Garmin” days in comparison to years past. Make a training electronics basket, tape a power strip to the bottom of it, and plug your stuff in.

– Reading, both for fun, and for sport depending on your mood. Read for sport when training hours are low and you need to stay motivated towards goals. Read fiction for pleasure when training loads are high. 50 Shades of Grey can give you a lot to think about during a 30 hour training week.

– Eating when hungry (Troy made me add this)

– Drinking when thirsty

– De-triathloning at least once a week, giving yourself time to think and discuss other things with people who don’t do triathlon

– Planning your day the night before, packing for training, and making food for the following day

– Finding solutions that fit you (Troy made me add this one too. I think it’s because he doesn’t want me telling him what to do all the time when it comes to swim bike run)

– The cleaning lady

– A good bike fit

– Listening to your Heart Rate Monitor, it very much matters, especially when you are out of shape!

– Your friends, they matter, big time, listen to them and be there for them when they need you

THINGS THAT DON’T MATTER

—Restwise…doesn’t seem to tell me much more than I know already, but does require me to develop a routine with filling it out which bugs me often. It also satisfies my anal retentive nature, but in all truth, it doesn’t matter, know thyself (as CV used to say)

—Zeo…although fun to wear and makes me go to sleep faster, doesn’t ultimately better my performance.

– Self portraits taken on the bike with your phone…does this even need elaboration?

– Counting calories

– Excuses

– Keeping track of Weekly Training Totals

– Weighing every day

– Drinking when you aren’t thirsty

– Filling in Training Peaks if your coach doesn’t use Training Peaks… really doesn’t matter. However, do upload your Garmin so you don’t have to mess with “Delete Active History – Active Memory Full”

– Foam Rolling (okay…it’s a personal list)

– The iPod, wear it if you want, don’t wear it if you don’t want, it doesn’t matter

– Cooking…not necessary, scrounging in a healthy way is just fine

– Folding and putting away laundry

– Looking up the results of your competitors before or after races

– Make up (duh)

– Looking cute on the podium, despite what recent Lava articles stress…see above

– Responding to comments on your own blog…time suck! Or Facebook several times a day…time suck! or being permanently on Twitter…time suck!

– The size of your Oakley collection…sad, I know.

–Being on time… doesn’t matter as much as the weight I give it. I’m punctual to a fault and spend lots of time stressing out about being late, when most the time…doesn’t matter.

– What kind of car you drive…as long as it fits your bike.

– What kind of bike you ride…as long as it fits you. Just kidding, you should ride a QR.

Next year I plan to go more in the direction of the top list, and less in the direction of the bottom list. More focus on emotional balance and health, less on data and being anal. More laughing, less lying in bed not wanting to get out. More good clean healthy food, less making myself feel bad about food choices. More listening to my body and trying to learn more about myself, less reliance on training gadgets. More fun!

It’s all a choice!!

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And….the off season continues. Michelle and I got kicked out of Masters yesterday for trying to show up. One walk onto the pool deck had Nick turning us back around for the locker room, scolding us for not taking a break, and being too antsy to get back at it. Another week (at least) he said. We wined, “But it’s hard” and he said simply “It’s supposed to be.” So, we went and saw a movie.

I’m starting to get my thoughts together in a better way for next year. I’m starting to get the distance needed to look at things from a little further vantage point. Last night an impromptu chat with Troy got me thinking about fun and performance and how they link up or don’t.

In 2010, my first year with CV things were fun. Really fun, and looking back, it was probably the biggest growth year I had in my 6 years of racing. A win and successful execution at my first 100 mile run race, 3 Ironmans including an AG win at AZ, and a Kona debut of 10:17 were about as good as this girl could have dreamed. In fact it was beyond my dreams.

I had fun too. I got handed the right amount of training for me at that point in my journey, and I got to do a lot of it with people that I truly loved. We laughed so much and I have really fond memories. I was like a sponge, willing to absorb whatever CV was willing to give me. Giddy with joy, and the results just kept coming that year.

2011 was the same coach, the same set up, but things didn’t come so easy that year. the year started out fun, but I think everyones expectations were higher. 2010 had been great and everyone wanted to build on that. The year was a slow progression away from fun and towards performance results. And the results came, they did. The year was spent reiterating Kona Kona Kona under my breath. Do what’s right for Kona, be PRO, do the right thing, over and over.

I got a PR in Hawaii that year, but it was by the skin of my teeth. I almost broke 10 hours at Cozumel, by the skin of my teeth. The year solidified that I was an executor. I can take a plan and race the heck out of, stick to the correct details, make changes when needed. And I was fit, clearly fit. It was the first and only time I broke 3:30 in the marathon, and when I look back at photos I see the strain in my brow, and the fitness in my body.

Then I lost Chuck. And I found Dirk. I still haven’t met Dirk, hopefully someday. This year on paper was clearly a big step back. I felt fit, I really did. Heading to Kona I felt like I was in the best shape ever. I was seeing numbers that I wasn’t used to. But looking back, this entire year was a failure in race execution. There was a bike flat, but matched with a shakka filled lax marathon. Hawaii was my first disaster of an Ironman, it was the race I have feared for 8 Ironmans and a suiting way to finish off the year I suppose. In fact, Kona was a parallel to my year, “mild disaster but with a smile”.

I feel like this year was a big sweeping curve from performance results over to fun. I really had a lot of fun this year. Kona trianing with Laura, Friday Fundays with J&J including that awesome trip to Aspen on our bikes. NOLA 70.3 was about the most fun I’ve ever had after a race. I would say there was a brief pause in the fun and fast area at NOLA and Moab 55K, but from NOLA onwards the year was a series of less than stellar performances, riddled with execution issues.

As I look to 2013 it’s hard to decide what to do. I’ve been all over the board and yet, all my reflection doesn’t guide me much. How do I get back to what was so magical about 2010? How do I find that again? I don’t have any answers as of yet. I’m in the research and development phase.

But I know where I want to head. I have vision, and I’ve been there before, so I can find my way back. It’s about the journey, right? You can get short term results in this sport, but long term results take time. Sometimes it’s not the accumulation of training that is needed, but learning enough about yourself to let go of some of your hang ups. To grow enough inside so that all the work you put in can rise to the surface. To become vulnerable to failure, and to release your fears. I had no fears in 2010. I was flying by the seat of my pants and too busy to look back, truly present in the day. But this life of ours is an ever flowing river, that changes through the seasons.

The Missing Pieces

All these thoughts are swirling. I just can’t type fast enough. This one is probably going to come out all crazy like. Who cares!

Dirks email tonight summed it up:

Haha, it’s called a revelation or big jump. That’s what we worked for so hard and long. Yes. Awesome.

Oh gosh where to start? I had a jump, a revelation tonight, it was amazing. I shed tears. Okay, not really tears, it was more of a laugh/shudder/bending over/shaking head/looking to sky/arms raised sort of situation. It was awesome.

I knew it, I floated home, I literally levitated while running home, pure air.

Surrender and Joy. That’s it. That’s the missing pieces. Surrender to the work and love every minute of it. Through all the trials this year the work never changed. Dirk always remained constant and determined in his plan. He was rigid.

It’s a learning point for me as a coach. You have to see your athletes and understand them, but your process has to remain steady. There are times when they will blunder the best laid plans, you have to keep the course as a coach, and hope that your athletes will keep progressing towards all you know they can be. But steadfast, that’s what I think of with Dirk. He just kept looking down on the situation from cruising altitude.

There are steps you have to take as an athlete that nobody can take for you. They are yours alone to figure out, sort out, maneuver through.

Love the work. Love the challenge. Really. If you don’t, then find a way. Inner peace, leave the angst. Drop it. Find a way. It has no place.

See, I told you this would be a strange post. Still typing fast.

I was scared for tonights run. But as I jogged out my driveway my feet just pattered my body away from the house and I felt like a deer. The sun had set, soon the sky would be pitch black. The moon was barely existent and I ran straight into the darkness.

The temperature was perfect, if this was my last run, I would be happy. I stopped and peed in the bushes. Even that made me happy. Peeing in the woods in the dark.  Tee-hee-hee.

I stopped at the road. It’s a road through a state park, only an occasional motorist passes on it at 7:30pm. I reset my watch and just take off. No fear. The heart rate instructions are manageable, hard, but not killer. Just run 5K at 86% of max Hr. Simple.

I feel my feet, but it’s pitch dark so I’m more aware of the fluidity of my legs, the tempo with which they are turning over. My shoulders are relaxed, my stomach is tight only in the correct places for a runner. I have no idea the dips and cracks beneath my feet, I keep my gaze straight forward and my focus is on nothing and everything all at once.

My watch laps at the 1K, it’s on “light up continuously” mode so I can see the numbers, glowing neon green, a stark contrast to the dark world around me.

I acknowledge the 1K split and keep running. The Hr is so good and the effort matches. The legs keep rolling over. 2K and my brain starts computing. The mathematician in me is always computing, counting, adding, conjecturing.

I suddenly see that a 5k PR is a possibility and my mindset changes. It relaxes and the mental talk is all positive, not one negative breath. The feeling in my body, it’s beautiful and relaxing.

3K hits. throw the HR number out the window, but don’t be crazy. No huffing and puffing and losing form and acting like a dying animal. When I was young I got to see Suzy Favor-Hamilton run several track meets. After every race, where sometimes she would lap 2nd place, she would end and just walk off. Never a break in form, you never even knew she was working.

I was having a Suzy kind of day. A few cars passed the other direction and I’m running in the middle of the road, hauling ass with the most perfect form, I’m free and if I had any hair it would have been blowing behind me all perfect like. Loving it, actually feeling free and unrestrained. Like this is where I am meant to be in this moment.

The last 1K was uphill. Who cares? Not me. I just ran with the same intensity, the same form, just putting pressure in all the right places.

5K hits on my watch. I stop. I walk a few steps just like Susy used to. I turn around and start my cool down home. Then I look down and see the time. And that’s when the whole bending over, shaking, reaching to the sky, almost shedding a tear situation happens. My watch shows a 26 second 5K PR.

I ran a 19:20 5k in the pitch black dark, by myself, at 15 heart beats lower than I would run a 5K at. I had a revelation. I felt joy, not after, okay after, but during. I was full of joy during it.

Surrender to the plan, find the joy. Seek no rewards but the healthy feeling of doing the work day to day.

That’s it, the missing pieces.

What a crazy life, what a totally crazy life.

As I levitated home, I was thinking about Rasmus Henning. He just announced his retirement and I just finished his book. He talks about his “motivation pyramid”. It has 4 tiers: joy, goals, work, and willpower. He talks about how most of his time should be spent in the bottom section…joy. If he is spending all his time at the top using willpower to get through his days, it’s exhausting.

He gets it. Probably got it a hell of a lot longer ago than I did. We are all a work in progress.

Me

I had a phone chat with Dirk after Boulder 70.3 and boy has it set me on a different path in the last 10 days or so. It was really good to talk to him. Apparently someone told him “Sonja had a good race” and he said “No she didn’t.” This still makes me roll on the floor laughing. I really like how candid Dirk is. It’s really nice to have someone that knows you be straight with you. He doesn’t take these things personally, he knows tri-life ebbs and flows. He takes more of a “do the work and someday you will have the race of your life” approach. It’s honest, and realistic.

So I talked with him a bit about where my head has been this year. I kinda feel bad for him, because I haven’t been the most steady this year. We talked about a few things and I told him “I just want to be good this year.” I said it a few times. This whole year I have just had this feeling in me that “I want to be good, I want to be competitive.” And in the most forward way, he told me “Don’t.” Literally, he said it like that, “Don’t do that to yourself Sonja, don’t put that pressure on yourself.” The way he said it in that matter of fact way, in his German accent, was probably the biggest turning point of my season thus far.

I seem to have this innate ability to put my nose down and push stubbornly ahead even when things seem like they are harder than they need to be. Then someone will tap me on the shoulder and say “Ummm, your bareling through shoulder deep scratchy bushes when the path is just right here.” Then and only then do I look up and realize, a couple steps in a different direction is all that’s needed to ease my struggle.

He talked about what happens when amateurs have a ton of fun and they have a great year. They have these great results, and it was a blast, and they turn pro. That next year there is all this pressure, they put it on themselves because honestly, at the young pro level it’s rarely a sponsor pressure, and most young pros make their money elsewhere. So it’s this internal pressure to “be better” and it doesn’t make them better…it usually keeps them equal, or makes them worse.

Dirk said “Don’t do that.” Just like that.

I went to bed that night and could barely sleep. I sat there and thought about my roots, where I came from, my background. I’m not a child athlete. I’m not a college star. I didn’t swim for Stanford (go Katy) or run at a D1 school. I ran 2 years for a D3 where I “flunked” out of college running by simply not being able to keep up. I had an okay “engine” and “genetics” but it wasn’t anything to write home about. Realizing those things in college I turned to fun. I rock climbed a lot, I got into winter mountaineering with my dad, I climbed 14ers here in Colorado, went backpacking. I did what was fun because if I’m genetically predisposed to anything it’s “having fun while exercising.”

I laid in bed realizing that as I travel through the tri-ranks my progression will not be that of the D1 college swimmer or runner. I’m not that girl that will launch into the sport and boom after a few races turn PRO. I’m what the amateur ranks were made for. I’m THAT girl.

And realizing that, and with Dirks help, and at about midnight, which made me wake up and email Michelle frantically and with a lot of Fbombs….I had this super stupidly simple ah-hah.

I just gotta work towards being my best me. Both emotionally and physically.

I can’t chase the clock…figured that out in Cozumel…courses aren’t totally accurate and crazy stuff happens (St.G, IMNY). Don’t chase the clock, that opponent is a fickle gremlin.

I can’t chase the people. Every year in the 30-34 AG a ton of fast ladies turn pro (awesome), and every year, they are replaced with a new set of faster ones (doh). Don’t chase the people…some of them are genetically above you, and some of them are training harder than you (yes hard to believe…). Instead…make friends, because they are some of the most fantastic women, and they love what you do!

So working on my best ME has been the main focus the last 10 days and will continue going forward. Also, I want to be the kind of person that makes people around them better. That’s in my blood and I want to indulge that side of me more often. I think helping others find their better self keeps me inspired and motivated to work towards my own best self. I cherish the time I spend training with and coaching others. It’s a unique opportunity to help others become stronger healthier people. Now to make sure I am extending that to myself, that’s where I’m headed.

A huge congratulations to my athlete Emily on completing the Leadville 100 mile run yesterday and getting her belt buckle! Also, I want to congratulate Danielle and Baker for both entering the 10 hour Ironman club. I’m such a proud coach these days as I watch my athletes cash in their hard work with excellent Ironman performances and well executed races.

The Man

I got an interesting 10 year anniversary present from Troy this year. I got an hour with another man.

Come on folks, get your head out of the gutter….I know what you all are thinking.

No no no.

Troy got me a one hour visit with none other than Dave Scott. What would you give to sit down with triathlons biggest legend for one hour to pick his brain and ask him all sorts of questions? Well, that is what I got for an anniversary present.

Dave actually spent 90 minutes with me and it was a really cool experience. So cool that I forgot to get a photo with him…sad…yes I know.

We discussed so much and most of it I’m packing up and locking away with a key and a big dead bolt. There’s no way I’m sharing all these pearls of wisdom. Nope, not happening.

However, after processing things over the last few days I will share some of what our discussion has reminded me and brought up in my own brain. These aren’t Dave’s words, but more my ahh hahas after thinking about our conversation and kinda jumping to my own personal conclusions. I think it’s great when people can inspire you to do better and be better. Dave did that for me.

Okay, first off…meeting him. It is a CRAZY moment when he opens his office door and introduces himself to you and suddenly there you are standing in front of DAVE SCOTT. Act cool Sonja, act cool! I had to not think about the reality of it, which meant I couldn’t really look around his office, because the lifetime achievement award kept staring at me. Can you even imagine what it would be like to deserve an award like that? I can not.

HUNGRY

So, one thing our meeting made me think about was the concept of being “hungry”. When I told him about my day at CDA he said to me “You weren’t hungry.” He pegged me in one line (he is very direct). I’ve thought a lot about hunger and desire and where that comes from, what happens when it gets lost, and how to find it again. I have been riding this week with Jocelyn who won the overall amateur at CDA and that girl was hungry. I know Katy B who had a fantastic race, and she was hungry for a win and for a stellar day. PIC was the most hungry I have ever seen her and I’m not shocked at what it yielded.

I spent the days before CDA getting my head screwed on straight, my ducks in a row, I was lightyears behind “hungry.” I was trying not to be weepy. I was hoping if I came off the bike with the amateur leaders that I would grow hungry and race harder. That’s bullshit, never gonna happen. I vow here and now that I will never stand on an IM start line again unless I’m hungry. Bottom line, I gotta have the eye of the tiger when I race, these opportunities aren’t to be squandered. If I can’t find that, it’s best to rethink my hobby.

Where did the hunger go? I know in my heart where it went. After Kona last year I had a hard time believing that there was better in me. Not because I had such a great race that I felt complete, but more because I worked so hard last  year, and the result was 8 minutes and 10th AG. I can’t even say I had anything go wrong, that was my best, most well executed day that I had in me. I went to Cozumel trying to break 10, to prove that all my work had trained me to do that, it was my hope to do it at Kona. I thought I was ready to do it. Then I didn’t do it at Cozumel either. Another day where I raced so hard, I executed the best I could, I left it all out there, and I pulled up short.

It’s hard to describe but I’ve just had this feeling over the months that I’m no good. That I may get marginally better with oodles more of work, but I no longer could see a path that would put me on the podium, or at the top of the podium in Kona. The ladies were getting so fast, and at 8 min PR chunks it would take me another 5 years go get to where the top girls are right now. Who knows where they will be by then? Nobody sees me as a threat, I can be swam down by swimmers, biked down by bikers and run down by runners, why would they? So not only was my hunger gone, I just couldn’t find my way back to having hope. After Cozumel this year, I told myself my goals were too lofty, that I just wasn’t good enough to dream that big. I had given it a go, but I was at the flat end of the progress curve and didn’t have enough talent to score one of those wooden bowls at Kona.

So what do you do then? You race happy. At least I did. I love Ironman, and I’m not surprised I was able to find joy out there.

STRENGTHS

Dave reminded me that it’s important to maximize your strengths. Work on your weaknesses, but hone those strengths. If you are tough, then be tougher than everyone else. If you are a work horse, then work harder than everyone else. If you are cunning and calculated…do that…whatever you do well, do it really freaking well. Take pride in your strength and use it. Don’t spend all your time focusing on where you suck, spend some time honing where you rock. Because when you know you’ve done the best at what you are good at, you can walk into a race with an aura of success. To not run the runner means that they get on the start line with questions in their head about their strengths. Where’s the confidence in that?

CHALLENGE

Make sure you are challenged. Whether it’s in your body, or your head, or your heart, make sure that you look at your training schedule and some of it scares the shit out of you. If you aren’t challenged, it’s hard to think you are making progress. I don’t know how other people work upstairs, but I know I need some adversity. I need to feel strong and powerful, and I need to feel weak and busted. If I’m not crawling into my bed exhausted at 7pm at least once a week, then something is missing in my life. Sometimes we all get in funks, but if you are in one and it’s not a result of injury, then I ask you, “Are you challenged?”

It’s been an enlightening week to say the least. How often do you get to meet a legend, someone who has success and hard work oozing from their every pore? To just absorb that energy and to ask questions and hear his point of view was awesome.

MA and SJ

The last two days have been inspiration station! On Wednesday I heard that our local running shoe store was doing a fun run and afterwards Mark Allen, Luis Vargas, and Mighty Mouse Angela Naeth were doing a panel with Barry Siff moderating.

Please note here that although blurry, Barry is sporting a PxRx Hat. Boo to the Yaaa!

Then on Thursday night I had purchased tickets for a fun run and book signing with Scott Jurek in Boulder. He was showing a video and doing a panel chat and a reading. It was to be a busy few evenings, but with the opportunity to talk to some superior athletes and learn some stuff too.

Of course, I want to share it all here. Mostly because despite the fact that some of you read this…I read back on these things too. I like to get it all down before it fades.

L to R: Luis Vargas, Mark Allen, Angela Naeth, Barry Siff. L to R: BAMF, BAMF, BAMF, BAMF

Of course when they asked for questions from the audience my hand was the first one up (duh…overachiever #1 here). I asked Mark to give me some advice since I am 11 days out from CDA on what I can do at this point to set myself up for a good race. I actually phrased it more like “There are a lot of us here doing CDA, can you give us….” but really, I just wanted to sit in a room with him and pick his brain for about 18 hours. So yes, clearly the hay is in the barn at this point from a training perspective, but come on folks, training is only 1/2 of 1/2 of the battle. So what can we I do at this point? Here is what he said.

  • Make sure this week that you get everything for the race set aside in a corner of your house or room. Make sure you have enough water bottles, that the bike is tuned up and ready to go. Do all of that this week and don’t leave any running around to next week.
  • This weekend he suggested a 1:15 run on Saturday, followed by a 3:00 ride on Sunday
  • On Thursday of next week he suggested a 30 min swim, followed by a 1:30 bike, followed by a 30 min run. He said to get those done as early as possible in the day. The point here was to deplete the glycogen reserves 72 hours out of the race. He said they take 72 hours to completely refill and after this workout is when you should focus on getting the glycogen nice and full by adding a serving of carbs each day, don’t go overboard.
  • On Friday he suggested a day off. He said this was the most important day for rest so he would make sure to be in bed come 6pm and to sleep in the following day (Saturday) as much as possible (I find it interesting that the day you need the most rest is the day they keep you out until 10 pm with a banquet and mandatory race meeting)
  • Saturday he suggested a 20 min swim, 30 min ride, 10 min run all back to back to back, and then eat early and get to bed. He said sleep the night before is not a big deal. If it doesn’t happen that’s fine, it’s 2 days before that’s really important
  • He said to focus on hydration at least 3 full days out from the race. It takes that long for your cells to really fully hydrate. He also suggested over-salting foods during this time period.
  • He also advised against doing a lot of heavy thinking the week before the race. He talked about how our brain needs to stockpile resources for race day as well. So having a quiet mind and allowing the brain rest as well was important
  • He said the most important thing on race day was the ability to quiet the mind. He talked about positivity and how people always talk about having to stay positive in an Ironman, but he said that sometimes there isn’t anything positive to find in the situation. If you are hurting and struggling, there isn’t a lot of positive stuff to focus on, so he said that he prefers to quiet the mind, stop the chatter, and race. Once he figured out this skill, his racing took on a new dimension.

Those were the major points of his answer to me. He got asked another question about balance in life. He brought up that he loves to surf and someone asked if he and Luis advise athletes to take breaks on a weekly, or monthly basis to seek balance. There were some great comments from Luis and Mark on this one.

  • Luis said that something he sees interacting with a lot of athletes is the concept of honesty. You have to be honest with yourself and your needs. Different people need different things and part of this sport is assessing your own needs. He said most AGers do the sport as a hobby and a passion, and so they need to be honest with what their needs for a balanced life are.
  • Mark brought up an interesting point. He asked how many people went on a 6 hour ride last weekend? A lot of hands went up. He said “There is nothing balanced about a 6 hour ride.” On a day to day basis balance does not exist. He said that what he sought was balance over the year. So when he was training for Hawaii, the 7-8 weeks before it was all tri all the time. Nobody saw him unless it was in a training setting. But then after Hawaii he would take 2 months off and would see his friends and family, and have a lot of fun with them. He said his life was balanced over the year, but not in any one day or week.

Everywhere I had read that Mark was kind of a serious guy, but I didn’t find that at all. He cracked a lot of jokes and he exuded a very quiet and confident peace. He has that ability to relax a room full of people and to make the task at hand seem easier and more straight forward than you might have once thought.

I didn’t talk much about Ang. She was asked a lot of questions about her own training and her work with Mark. The talked about breaking her season into thirds and how that has helped her this year. I can tell that she is happy and thriving, which from a friend point of view makes me happy too.

So, last night was Scott Jurek. I went to the fun run with him and 200 other people that I didn’t know. But I did make some friends. These two were totally cracking me up and I’m sure that I’m going to be addicted to their YouTube feed for years to come. They were hilarious and adorable all at the same time.


When we got off and running I was in the front and Scott was right there. See…


And this is what it looked like behind me…

Go ahead, I’ll give you a minute…make all of your overachiever jokes now…

Done?

Okay, I got to talk to Scott a little, tell him I really enjoyed his book, listen to some things he had to say about his experiences writing it and going on this book tour. All in all it was well worth it to get to run a bit with him. He’s a really chill, and a really NICE guy. You just get that feeling straight up.

During the book signing he did a reading, and they had a panel discussion. This really got my thoughts flowing as I sat and listened to them speak about ultra running. As silly as this sounds, Ironman is about speed and the pain to go fast, the pain to turn yourself inside out, while all around you other athletes are posturing, walking, blowing up, puking, and then some of them passing you, hurting more than you, better than you. Ultrarunning is different, even for the guys at the top, ultra running is about pain. The genetic factor has honestly been mostly removed with ultra running and the guys who excel are uniquely a different breed.

The question was asked “why?” It always gets asked. But this time is was more like “What kind of sick demented person does 100 mile races and does well at them?” One of the panelists answered…At the core of it, most great ultra runners don’t feel like they are good enough. They hit the trails to either punish themselves for that, or to try to prove that they are good enough.

Damn. Someone finally sat there and told it like it was… only in ultra running. It was none of this CW BS “I’m just trying to get the most out of my body” (say it in a British accent…). No, at their core, anyone who repeatedly goes out there to F themselves up royally (do I need to repost the pics of my toenails from the Moab 100?) is trying to prove something. Either to others (that usually doesn’t work) or most likely to themselves. That point was discussed and it was dead on.

Why do people that clearly excel at things need to hurt themselves to prove worth? Well, for that you are going to need a chaise lounge and a few hundred hours. Sometimes, 100 miles on foot is just easier.

After the panel Scott stayed around to sign every single persons book, and I know that because somehow I ended up at the end of the line. He spoke with every person, he was genuine, he asked them about themselves. He was just a cool dude. He asked Annie if she was a runner. She said yes.

These last two evenings, while they threw me out of my routine, they were really good, and really needed. I have been really focused on the “work” these last weeks and I have worried about my fitness level, especially after the saddle sore incident. Following a new plan this year it’s been hard for me to feel like I am ready. I’ll say it, I don’t feel fit, not like I have been in the past. These last two nights I was reminded that good performances can come from a place of insecurity. They can stem from something to prove, to yourself, to others. So maybe going into this race feeling like I’m not “there”  is an okay place to compete from.