Sometimes I question myself each week about what I am going to write. After all, how much triathlon talk can one take? But that is what makes this blog unique, it is about the interlinking of life and why I triathlon. I've hit this point many times, but I'll hammer it again. The way I work through my life is by staying active. By swimming, running, biking, I am able to work out my inner demons, my inner struggles. Some people use religion, some use therapy, some drugs and alcohol. While I am spiritual, and believe in the importance of faith, I also believe that without some healthy outlet I could chose to do something not so productive.
This week I had planned on writing about running shoes. I had it all worked out in my mind, which is usually the way it works for me. I think about different ideas and I self-talk about what could work. Then I visualize, and then I write. But this week something happened. After a long fight with cancer my Aunt Didi ( my mom's sister) finally said goodbye to this earth. Writing about running shoes just seemed a little insignificant. Don't get me wrong, that blog will be there, and there is some important information to share, but in order to work out my aunt's death I needed to do the exercise of writing.
I always admired my aunt. She had four boys that she stayed home with to raise. When the fourth child graduated from high school, she decided to go back to school and get her nursing degree. She worked at University Hospital, in Cleveland Ohio, as a nurse, helping young couples who had fertility issues. Aunt Didi loved her work and traveled an hour and a half each way to work everyday. She dedicated her life to others.
I got the news of her passing on Tuesday morning, and immediately turned to my blog, but before I could finish writing I went for a run to clear my head. While running, I could think of what I wanted to write, and once again my life and triathlon intersected. Through my run, I could organize my emotions and try to remember the important things in life.
My Aunt Didi recently had surgery to remove tumors that had metastasized to her brain, and she was moved from hospital to hospital. Finally, when nothing else could be done, she was moved home. She spent her last days at home with her kids and family. She wanted to rest peacefully and she did. The fight was over and she was able to say goodbye to her immediate family. I have peace knowing that her requests were fulfilled, and after a long fight with a horrible disease she was no longer suffering.
Aunt Didi was a spunky woman. She never had a problem telling you what was on her mind. In fact, one of the last times I talked to her she told me that the nurses didn't know what they were doing. I had to smile because she was outspoken and never held back.
Deloris Gray kept her fight going for three years. One of the most important lessons that I learned from her was to enjoy every day. When she was diagnosed with cancer, she never complained, and she made a point of seeing her children and grandchildren as often as she could.
Tell the people you love and tell them often. Hug those that you love often. Speak your truth. Love what you do and do what you love. Life is short, live each day. Don't take anything for granted. All the material things in the world cannot replace love, family, and friends. Time is precious. Smile often. Love often. These are the concepts that I have taken from a tragedy.
As I end this entry I leave feeling lifted, and that is what my aunt would want. I'm off for a trail run now to enjoy the sunshine, and to remember Aunt Didi whose light will forever live in my heart.
Tri-on Friends,
Kelly
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Friday, January 21, 2011
If at First You Don't Succeed...Try-Tri again
A great friend of mine from college recently asked me to write about how to get over mental anguish after a "bad" race. I'm not sure what her definition of a bad race is, but I do have lots of stories to share about things that have gone wrong for me during triathlon and running events. While I really try to focus on the positive there are many pitfalls I've overcome in participating in these events over the years. If you've been reading you may think that my "Susie Sunshine," attitude is a bit annoying. I do have another side but I try to keep,"Negative Nancy," in check.
This post is about how to overcome mental anxiety after some trouble in an event. This post is for you Karen. Let me start by sharing with you some things that happened to me last year when I was training for the cycling portion of a half iron man. Trying to train for my events with another person's schedule (while safer) adds another layer of difficulty to my already challenging schedule; therefore I train alone, at least most of the time.
Last year I ventured out for a long ride (around 30-35 miles) and right off the bat I came to a four way stop and misjudged a car in front of me. I thought the car was going to skate through the stop but he did what he was supposed to do and came to a complete stop. I was trying to stay clipped into my pedals and not stop my bike and clip out when down I went, clipped into my bike. There I was on the side of the road, one mile from house, stuck to my bike, lying in a corn field.
A nice man,( not the one in front of me who came to a complete stop), stopped and asked if I was okay. My pride was more bruised than my legs and while I wanted to cry out of shear frustration, I didn't. I replied to the nice man that I was okay, got out of my toe clips, brushed off my knees, and decided I had to get a ride in. All this happened within one mile from house, it would have been easy for me at that point to turn around and go home, but I did not.
Why didn't I turn around? I knew I had to put in the time for my upcoming 56 mile ride and if I didn't I probably wouldn't make it at my event. I was shaking (literally) when I got back on my bike and it took me a few miles to settle down but I managed to do it. Cliche as is sounds, the old saying, get right back on when you fall off is exactly the advice I followed and it really is true. The hardest thing to do is to face your fears, but it is often a very good remedy.
Later, during that same ride, I was feeling really good. I was about finished and I had just come up a really long climb. I knew I was getting closer to home and that I didn't have any more tough hills to face.
Then as I crested the hill I looked to my right only to spot three Doberman Pincher's standing erect in their yard. To my left there was a large corn field so it was not like I could make a quick left and get away. The only way out was forward or to completely turn around and head back the twenty miles I had come. None of the choices were great. Then I spotted the owner of the THREE Dobermans and I managed to hear him say,"Heel." I pedalled as fast as I could past the house, praying that they would in fact,"heel."
Ah, but that is not the end of the story. I could not make this stuff up, honestly. But as I flew past the dogs and the owner I had one more small hill to get up before making the turn down the road which would lead me home. As I came to the top of this hill, yet another dog came to the road to greet me. This was a Collie of some sort and while I am a dog lover, I am not a lover of dogs that I don't know. I did a u-turn immediately to avoid Rover. This is a busy street I turned on, but in a split second I decided I had had quite enough of canines for one day. Fear, once again, made me ( or highly influenced my decision) continue in the opposite direction.
Needless to say I made it home safely and changed my bike route the next time out. Lesson learned here; there were plenty of other bike routes, I just needed to choose another. A can of pepper spray also found it's way into my list of things to purchase. I remember feeling very scared the next time I went out to ride but by simply following some new changes everything was fine the next time. Face your fears and it will build new confidence within you.
A few years back I did a 10k running event that started out great but ended badly. I had a wonderful pace, even placed fourth in the event out of a large group of participants. The problem: too much of a good thing. I over hydrated and didn't quite make it to the port a potty at the end. The lovely dark spot on my shorts sent me to the car before the awards ceremony. Lesson learned here, I didn't need the thirty two ounces of water that I drank during the race.
Another blunder took place last summer. A good friend of mine, named Fran, is a trail runner. She is always trying to get me to sign up for these crazy trail running events that take you up and down mountains and cliffs. She thinks what I do is crazy. I finally decided to do a nine mile training run with her. She said it was over at Pinchot State Park which I am familiar with as I've raced there before. The terrain is challenging, to say the least, but I thought I could handle it. We ran on a trail but it was nothing like the pristine trails I usually run on. Most of the run I thought we were making the trail ourselves. At mile three I bit the dust. I tripped over a root or a piece of a cliff and down I went in slow motion. Fran stood in horror as I cursed my way up off the dirt floor.Once again she asked me if I was all right, my reply was, "yeah." As I looked at my bloody knees I was convinced she was on a mission to humiliate me and that gave me all I needed to keep going. She said," do you want to turn around?" "Hell no," I responded." Give me your water." I took her water and doused my bloody knees. "There is no way I am going back, lets go." Out of sheer pride I kept going and we finished the nine mile loop, climbing cliffs and avoiding rocks and roots on the trail while my knees bled.
Ah pride, a funny little thing. If fear won't get you motivated perhaps pride will. It certainly worked for me that day. Have I done that trail since? NO! I am a glutton for punishment, but I also learn from my mistakes. Would I do another trail run with her? Of course, just not that particular one. I now don permanent scars on my knees that I've nicknamed, my" Fran-scars."
An area that I struggle with in triathlon is transition. Transition is that tricky time in between swimming, biking, and running, that is added into to your total time. It becomes hard when you are doing longer distances because, if you are anything like me and like to change clothes, you can add on time. During Sprints and Olympic Distance Tri's I wear the same thing for the entire race. I'll wear bike shorts and a crop top or bike jersey that you can swim in. The bike shorts are designed for this(called tri shorts) and the shorts drain( sort of) so usually I am a bit miserable running in them, but I won't add extra time onto my event. My last event, the half ironman, I did not want to run 13.1 miles( after riding 56) in bike shorts. So I utilized the changing tents in between events and added a lot of time on to my final time. Did I care? Yes, in way because that's my competitive nature. Was I comfortable? Yes, as much as I could have been, so it was a trade off. I gave myself a break on the time added, as it was my first half. Next time, I would try to hurry a little more in transition to better my time. Maybe I should invest in a better tri suit that I could wear for longer distance tri's. The bottom line is that I can always do something better in my events and transition is my next area to tackle for long distance triathlons. Improving my time keeps me coming back for more.
Perhaps the old saying practice makes perfect should be mentioned in this article. How many times have we heard that? Truth be told it's meaning holds importance. The more you do something( as long as you are learning from your mistakes) the better you will become.
The more I train or practice, the better prepared I feel for an event and as I've said before my belief is that confidence and believing you can do something is half of it. If you don't think you'll do it, you probably won't. This is so true in anything in life.I am reminded of how I feel when I go into teach school and I have looked at the material I am presenting. Starting a business, losing weight, quitting smoking, finishing school, doing well on a test... get the picture... the more you tell yourself you can, you will. Positive thinking is key to life and to triathlon.
One more tick of the trade is to not listen to your negative inner voice. We all have one and I nicknamed mine," Negative Nancy." She is the person in my head that tells me to go back to bed when I should be training. She is the one who makes me procrastinate projects. She is the one who says I don't need to clean my bathrooms. How do you get rid of the negative voice? Ignore it and don't think too much about racing or training. The old Nike adage, "Just do it," rings true for me. I schedule racing and training like I schedule a doctor's appointment; write it down and go do it. I think of racing and training like going to the doctor; I don't want to pay the high co-pay if I don't show up; I don't want to suffer the consequences if I don't put in the preparation for my events.
Pride, fear ( if kept in check), perseverance, planning, positive thinking; these are the ingredients to a recipe for success. But beyond all this wonderful advice (wink-wink) the bottom line is that you must love what you do in order to stick with it. I love swimming, biking, and running. I really love the fact that I don't have to do the same sport every day. There are many fitness options out there, and maybe once you look inside yourself you'll find that running isn't your thing. I hope this helps and if all else fails; tri-try again.
Happy Tri-ing,
Kelly
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This post is about how to overcome mental anxiety after some trouble in an event. This post is for you Karen. Let me start by sharing with you some things that happened to me last year when I was training for the cycling portion of a half iron man. Trying to train for my events with another person's schedule (while safer) adds another layer of difficulty to my already challenging schedule; therefore I train alone, at least most of the time.
Last year I ventured out for a long ride (around 30-35 miles) and right off the bat I came to a four way stop and misjudged a car in front of me. I thought the car was going to skate through the stop but he did what he was supposed to do and came to a complete stop. I was trying to stay clipped into my pedals and not stop my bike and clip out when down I went, clipped into my bike. There I was on the side of the road, one mile from house, stuck to my bike, lying in a corn field.
A nice man,( not the one in front of me who came to a complete stop), stopped and asked if I was okay. My pride was more bruised than my legs and while I wanted to cry out of shear frustration, I didn't. I replied to the nice man that I was okay, got out of my toe clips, brushed off my knees, and decided I had to get a ride in. All this happened within one mile from house, it would have been easy for me at that point to turn around and go home, but I did not.
Why didn't I turn around? I knew I had to put in the time for my upcoming 56 mile ride and if I didn't I probably wouldn't make it at my event. I was shaking (literally) when I got back on my bike and it took me a few miles to settle down but I managed to do it. Cliche as is sounds, the old saying, get right back on when you fall off is exactly the advice I followed and it really is true. The hardest thing to do is to face your fears, but it is often a very good remedy.
Later, during that same ride, I was feeling really good. I was about finished and I had just come up a really long climb. I knew I was getting closer to home and that I didn't have any more tough hills to face.
Then as I crested the hill I looked to my right only to spot three Doberman Pincher's standing erect in their yard. To my left there was a large corn field so it was not like I could make a quick left and get away. The only way out was forward or to completely turn around and head back the twenty miles I had come. None of the choices were great. Then I spotted the owner of the THREE Dobermans and I managed to hear him say,"Heel." I pedalled as fast as I could past the house, praying that they would in fact,"heel."
Ah, but that is not the end of the story. I could not make this stuff up, honestly. But as I flew past the dogs and the owner I had one more small hill to get up before making the turn down the road which would lead me home. As I came to the top of this hill, yet another dog came to the road to greet me. This was a Collie of some sort and while I am a dog lover, I am not a lover of dogs that I don't know. I did a u-turn immediately to avoid Rover. This is a busy street I turned on, but in a split second I decided I had had quite enough of canines for one day. Fear, once again, made me ( or highly influenced my decision) continue in the opposite direction.
Needless to say I made it home safely and changed my bike route the next time out. Lesson learned here; there were plenty of other bike routes, I just needed to choose another. A can of pepper spray also found it's way into my list of things to purchase. I remember feeling very scared the next time I went out to ride but by simply following some new changes everything was fine the next time. Face your fears and it will build new confidence within you.
A few years back I did a 10k running event that started out great but ended badly. I had a wonderful pace, even placed fourth in the event out of a large group of participants. The problem: too much of a good thing. I over hydrated and didn't quite make it to the port a potty at the end. The lovely dark spot on my shorts sent me to the car before the awards ceremony. Lesson learned here, I didn't need the thirty two ounces of water that I drank during the race.
Another blunder took place last summer. A good friend of mine, named Fran, is a trail runner. She is always trying to get me to sign up for these crazy trail running events that take you up and down mountains and cliffs. She thinks what I do is crazy. I finally decided to do a nine mile training run with her. She said it was over at Pinchot State Park which I am familiar with as I've raced there before. The terrain is challenging, to say the least, but I thought I could handle it. We ran on a trail but it was nothing like the pristine trails I usually run on. Most of the run I thought we were making the trail ourselves. At mile three I bit the dust. I tripped over a root or a piece of a cliff and down I went in slow motion. Fran stood in horror as I cursed my way up off the dirt floor.Once again she asked me if I was all right, my reply was, "yeah." As I looked at my bloody knees I was convinced she was on a mission to humiliate me and that gave me all I needed to keep going. She said," do you want to turn around?" "Hell no," I responded." Give me your water." I took her water and doused my bloody knees. "There is no way I am going back, lets go." Out of sheer pride I kept going and we finished the nine mile loop, climbing cliffs and avoiding rocks and roots on the trail while my knees bled.
Ah pride, a funny little thing. If fear won't get you motivated perhaps pride will. It certainly worked for me that day. Have I done that trail since? NO! I am a glutton for punishment, but I also learn from my mistakes. Would I do another trail run with her? Of course, just not that particular one. I now don permanent scars on my knees that I've nicknamed, my" Fran-scars."
An area that I struggle with in triathlon is transition. Transition is that tricky time in between swimming, biking, and running, that is added into to your total time. It becomes hard when you are doing longer distances because, if you are anything like me and like to change clothes, you can add on time. During Sprints and Olympic Distance Tri's I wear the same thing for the entire race. I'll wear bike shorts and a crop top or bike jersey that you can swim in. The bike shorts are designed for this(called tri shorts) and the shorts drain( sort of) so usually I am a bit miserable running in them, but I won't add extra time onto my event. My last event, the half ironman, I did not want to run 13.1 miles( after riding 56) in bike shorts. So I utilized the changing tents in between events and added a lot of time on to my final time. Did I care? Yes, in way because that's my competitive nature. Was I comfortable? Yes, as much as I could have been, so it was a trade off. I gave myself a break on the time added, as it was my first half. Next time, I would try to hurry a little more in transition to better my time. Maybe I should invest in a better tri suit that I could wear for longer distance tri's. The bottom line is that I can always do something better in my events and transition is my next area to tackle for long distance triathlons. Improving my time keeps me coming back for more.
Perhaps the old saying practice makes perfect should be mentioned in this article. How many times have we heard that? Truth be told it's meaning holds importance. The more you do something( as long as you are learning from your mistakes) the better you will become.
The more I train or practice, the better prepared I feel for an event and as I've said before my belief is that confidence and believing you can do something is half of it. If you don't think you'll do it, you probably won't. This is so true in anything in life.I am reminded of how I feel when I go into teach school and I have looked at the material I am presenting. Starting a business, losing weight, quitting smoking, finishing school, doing well on a test... get the picture... the more you tell yourself you can, you will. Positive thinking is key to life and to triathlon.
One more tick of the trade is to not listen to your negative inner voice. We all have one and I nicknamed mine," Negative Nancy." She is the person in my head that tells me to go back to bed when I should be training. She is the one who makes me procrastinate projects. She is the one who says I don't need to clean my bathrooms. How do you get rid of the negative voice? Ignore it and don't think too much about racing or training. The old Nike adage, "Just do it," rings true for me. I schedule racing and training like I schedule a doctor's appointment; write it down and go do it. I think of racing and training like going to the doctor; I don't want to pay the high co-pay if I don't show up; I don't want to suffer the consequences if I don't put in the preparation for my events.
Pride, fear ( if kept in check), perseverance, planning, positive thinking; these are the ingredients to a recipe for success. But beyond all this wonderful advice (wink-wink) the bottom line is that you must love what you do in order to stick with it. I love swimming, biking, and running. I really love the fact that I don't have to do the same sport every day. There are many fitness options out there, and maybe once you look inside yourself you'll find that running isn't your thing. I hope this helps and if all else fails; tri-try again.
Happy Tri-ing,
Kelly
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