There is heaviness in my heart as I embark on training for a full-distance Ironman. I completed an Ironman 70.3 in Taiwan in November 2015, and have had intentions of pursuing the full distance ever since. The impetus for training for the half distance in the summer of 2015 was the great tragedy of losing my nine-year old toy poodle to a fatal attack by a friend’s husky. I managed the grief and sorry by immersing myself in swimming, biking and running. Now I find myself mired in another great tragedy and I will work my way through this one in the same way – just twice as far and twice as long.
Los Cabos Ironman, November 2017.
I found a 30-week training program and, conveniently, the Los Cabos Ironman is just under 30 weeks away. The first ten weeks of the program are pretty flexible and include two runs, two swims and two bikes each week. Each workout is suggested to start at 30 minutes, and gradually build up to 60 minutes each by the end of the ten weeks. Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch, mourning my failure in a relationship and I realized that the time between now and November will go by, regardless of how I fill the time. I can certainly continue to sit here and look at old pictures and eat chocolate-covered liquorice, or I can get up and go for a 30 minute run. Either way, the sun will set and rise again tomorrow morning. So I chose the latter. I went for a 30 minute run in the rain. It was painful and I wanted to sit down on the sidewalk and cry, but I ran for the whole 30 minutes, got home, had a shower and then sat back down on the couch to finish the rest of the bag of chocolate-covered liquorice. But at least I went for that run. One step towards a goal.