It can be tough to get back into a training routine after being away for a while.
Just as you can get into the habit of getting up at 4:30am to go for a 30 mile ride before work, you can get into the habit of getting up and heading to work without a workout.
Which leads to not doing a workout after work.
Suddenly a month goes by and you can’t remember where you left your Garmin 310XT.
And since you are not working out, your eating habits start spiraling downward. You quit planning your meals ahead. Instead, you just grab whatever is convenient at the gas station in the morning when you fill up your truck with gas.
Instead of a bag of carrots for that car ride, you grab a bag of chips.
You get this sudden, unexplainable affinity for doughnuts.
It all becomes SO EASY.
Suddenly, it takes effort to tie up those running shoes and get out the door in to the chilly morning, because the reality is, the more attractive thing is to just hit the snooze button and dive back under those warm covers (this becomes more true the deeper into the Maine winter you get).
The easy thing is to head out the door (since you hit that snooze button, you are late anyway) and grab what you can get from the gas station (or the fast food joint).
Yeah. The heck with that crap. This was the week I decided to really get started training again, and I feel great. Stiff and old and out of shape, but great.
I think a break is important and all, but I NEEDED to get going again. It keeps my brain adjusted properly to be training. It just does.
I am ready for the cool early morning runs – the kind where your breaths come out in white puffs, your eyelashes freeze, your neighbors are all asleep, and the sun is just peaking its shiny head out from the frosty trees (if I actually get my butt out of bed).
I am ready to catch up on my crap TV and to hear the whirring hum (which is getting louder – is that bad?) of my trainer.
Believe it or not, I am ready for the warm (gross chlorine yucky everyone pees in and what ARE those white floatie things) waters of the pool and the monotony of that dreaded blue line.
I want to swim faster, bike stronger, and run harder this year. I am pleased with what I did in 2011, but I think I kind of went through the motions of training, tentative when heading into my first Ironman.
I know my next Ironman is going to be tough, mountainous, beautiful, and rugged – it is how I like a race to be. And I am going to be…SO. Freaking. Ready. (I would like to personally thank Emz for my constant use of FREAKING in the year 2011. It is my favorite word for 2011.)
Only 296 days until Ironman Mont Tremblant…