It’s been about 3.5 weeks since I last wrote a blog; that is if you want to call what I posted last time ‘a blog’.
I recently signed up for my first (of many) events that are part of my training schedule. A few weeks back i talked about a period of really low motivation.. well that has subsided for the most part.
Signing up for this Half Marathon (Burlington Chill Half Marathon) gave me the boost I needed mentally. I’ve trained for half marathon’s before, and I think I can nab myself a PB on this one coming up. Lately my running has been more confident and pain free so I’m excited to tackle this challenge and see where I am at with these longer distances. Also a good friend of mine will be joining me on the race. Mr. Luke Cameron, a fellow type 1 that is embarking on his own challenge of doing a full marathon this spring at the Scotiabank Ottawa Marathon. This alone has also given me a big boost mentally; running, cylicng or whatever with someone else is a great way to give yourself that extra boost.
It’s not that I don’t know all of this info, I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for a while, but the daily slog of training gets to me. A lot of times it becomes a thought process of “Oh shit I have to get this workout done” rather than just getting it done.
I stress myself out by being lousy at time management… or if I’m being honest.. by being lazy. Since just before christmas I’ve not been working much; december / january are usually slow months for me each year. So it isn’t like I don’t have the time to do my workouts.
When I do miss or skip a workotu for whatever reason (usually I have a decent reason..) I always feel guilty.. like I’m fucking up big time. I realize in the grand scheme of things a few workouts missed here and there won’t unless a the zombie apocalypse, but I have this mindset that I need to make up everything I miss. Which is just not possible given that training is pretty much an every day thing. You miss 2 workouts and the shit starts to snowball quickly. See.. stressful… but..
Namaste you handsome bastard…
One thing that has occurred to me recently after having (endured? wasted money on?) several tinder dates is that most people (not exclusive to tinder ladies) has no fucking idea what the hell an ironman is. Perhaps I was being naive assuming most people were familiar with it; but it would appear that triathlon / ironman in general hasn’t really permeated into the general zeitgeist. I’m high in the double digits now repeating 2.4 112 and 26.2. I guess there is ways to go with market potential here.
Having said, it definitely is a good conversation starter and makes you sound way more impressive than you probably are (given that I haven’t yet done one..)
I’m really frustrated with this damn calf muscle… my running was starting to get a lot better and I was getting more confident in higher mileage runs; what a kick to pants this is, so close to my first race of the year. I’m still going to do it, but I’d wager my times won’t be anything spectacular (for me).
I’m hoping to lock in a long century ride soon.. I’m really really keen to get outside and bike. Trainers sucks. I apologize to you guys that like them.. but holy hell… boring. TV watching is great and all.. but damn I want to move. I’m a skier… I like speed and going places.
Anyways, onwards as always.
The next time I blog I’m aiming to have some news to share with you folk about my new short film and feature film projects. I’ve been writing (re: being a poser at coffee shops) for seems like an eternity but finally have something I am starting be proud of take shape.
All in good time.
peas.
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