A few months ago, my IMNC group - me, my dad, my dad's friend who is like a second dad to me, and dad's friend's girlfriend - decided to sign up for Cap2Cap, a century (a.k.a. 100 mile) bike ride. Unfortunately, the name is a little misleading: it doesn't actually go from Williamsburg (colonial capital of Virginia) to Richmond (current capital), but instead makes a giant loop between them. So you never actually ride in either city, which was kind of a bummer. It was on May 14, the same day as my graduation ceremony, which I had never planned to attend anyway, so what better way to celebrate than to ride with some of my favorite people (and a few hundred? thousand?) others?! It seemed like a good idea at the time.
After injuring my foot in March, I had no races or endurance events planned for the foreseeable future except for, oh, this 100-mile bike ride. I expressed more than once that despite my best attempts, I was seriously undertrained, and the only reason I wasn't absolutely flipping out and debating bailing on the whole thing was because it was a ride and not a race. I knew I'd be with a group that wouldn't leave me, there'd be pit stops along the way, and it wasn't timed. But still, with a projected ride time of 6-7 hours it was slated to be my longest endurance event ever (both in time and distance), and none of those previously mentioned facts made riding my bike ONE HUNDRED miles an easy task.
It's been a while since I've used this space to actually say something. I've had things I've wanted to say, but I've been busy, I've doubted my words, I've figured no one would care what I had to say...the usual. But over the weekend 49 innocent people lost their lives for absolutely no fucking reason, and this will undoubtedly get buried in a pile of the myriad posts about this topic this week, but today...today I have something to say. I've written and deleted and written and rewritten and deleted this post many times over the last few years, but every time I've erased the words until there was just white space, and I've left it alone. But not today. Today I finally wrote the words down and they didn't come out right or the way I thought they would or wanted them to, but that's okay. I have something to say.
Labels: from the heart
Just like I did for Beach2Battleship, I plan on recapping every week of my Ironman North Carolina training. I don't know what day of the week I'll get them up, but I want to keep up with them because, while I log individual workouts on other sites, those logs don't tell a story. I know these posts aren't particularly exciting for most people and I may even end up turning comments off at some point because these posts are mostly pointless for anyone who isn't me - and that's okay!
So, this is it. My official 20 weeks of ironman training started this week. I chose to work with a coach for this one for, well, a lot of reasons, but the main one is that I just feel more comfortable having someone who knows what he's talking about walk me through this. My half Ironman last year was the first time I'd ever paid for a training plan, for the same reason: I just didn't think I could juggle three sports by myself. So I paid for a plan and was really successful with it, so logically, with even more complexities added in for a full, it made sense to work with someone.
It's my blog, and I'll post on Saturday (and join a linkup 2 days late) if I want to!
I skipped Kristen's linkup last month because putting together a post - not just a linkup post, but any post - was unfortunately way way low on my list of things I needed to do. And I wanted to get one together for this months since things have changed quite a bit since my last one in April, but that didn't happen in time either. I did post a little catch-up post recently so let's move on to this month!