Yesterday was the hardest workout I’d had in a while. The night before I couldn’t get to sleep so I was up until almost 4am. I woke up a headache, possibly because my brain was chock full of excuses for why I should postpone the workout – I wasn’t feeling good, I had a ton of stuff to do that had to be done during business hours, I had slept so late – did it really matter if I “woke up and worked out?”
As my brain yammered on I set up the room for my workout circuit. As I got started my brain switched gears – this time trying to convince me to make changes- are the toe-taps between exercises really necessary? Do I really have to do 4 circuits – I was sore after three circuits of the same exercises last week, I could just do them more intensely, right? Maybe it would be better to do the exercises in a different order? Maybe I could do the HIIT workout today and this workout tomorrow?”
At this point I should explain that when I’ve been in a bad place about workouts in the past, I have a sordid history of re-arranging them over the week. I would get all the workouts in, but I would do them in a different order than my coach created them. So when I started this “wake up, work out” thing, I made a commitment to do whatever was on the schedule, whenever I woke up. My brain is just going to have to get used to it.
The workout drug on so slowly, and then a phrase that I used often during low points in my marathons popped into my head (thanks brain! way to get onboard) “Just keep moving forward and at some point this will be over.” Not exactly the pinnacle of positive thinking, but it works for me. And, just like that, it was. Four circuits each of dead bugs, jump squats, inchworms, push-ups, and burpees, with toe-taps on the step between each workout, are in the books.
Today’s workout was much smoother. A HIIT (High-Intensity Interval Training) session followed by a core workout comprised of sit-up variations. Done and done.
In other news, I’m working on my race schedule for the year. This has been another fraught area of my training. Races are important to practice transitions and racing with a bunch of other people, and to have something to motivate you. But they can also take up a whole weekend and, as I was desperately trying to build up my speed in the past years, they’ve taken a backseat to maximizing training. Every year I say I’m going to prioritze the races, and then every year I don’t. Not good. This year I’m committing to a race schedule set out by my coach, and to doing them no matter what’s going on in my training – Two sprint distance, one Olympic, one 70.3 (aka Half IRONMAN,) one Full IRONMAN.
Sounds simple enough, but finding the triathlons that will for for schedule/conditions is a slightly tedious process (trying to imitate my IM conditions as much a possible – calm swim, fairly flat bike and run, and a closed, or very well protected bike course, without a ton of travel since that gets super expensive.)
I’ll talk more about schedule as I make decisions, but here is my question for today that’s come up through my research:
Why do so many tri’s start their bike section straight up a hill? Like…seriously?!?! I’ve certainly climbed bigger hills like these, and I’ve practiced this kind of hill – there is a short, steep hill down to one of the parking lots of the beach path so I’ve practiced stopping at the base of it and then climbing up. But right at the beginning? No matter how much I practice I’m still worried that I will be in the race, start peddling and just roll back down. These dudes who just run their bikes to the top of the hill may be my patronus. (2:00-2:12 of the video)
So the research, scheduling, and waking up and working out, continue.