Friday, April 23, 2010

IronHappy

I’m about to head out to St. George Utah for that ironman thing. There’s a lot going on. Work is incredibly nutso right now with multiple deadlines, inspections, and project leadership changes. IM friends seem to be freaking out left and right. About the bike course (hilly) the run course (hilly) and oh yeah, the swim in currently 58 deg water. It might rain. It’ll probably be windy.

To which I say, whateva. The harder the conditions, the less pressure there is. Sure my first and only IM I finished in 13:15. It was flat, and the swim was with the tide = super fast. So there is no sense thinking about bettering that time. A WAG gets me a 1:30 swim, a 7:15 bike, and a 5:15 run for 14 hours. A little over with transitions, more if something goes awry. That’s a long day – but the course is GORGEOUS!

I’ve never been to Utah, so even if I was just vacationing and not racing, I’d be spending all day outside anyway. Plus, the run is an out and back course that we do twice, so I’ll get to see everyone I know multiple times. It’ll be really motivating to see them as I run along. Our house is 3 blocks from the finish. And in close proximity to the bike and run courses, so spouses can spectate.

Bottom line – I’m excited!

The best parts about IM training is the Sudden Onset of Perceived Invincibility (SOPI) and the distillation of life down to just a few things.

SOPI – it’s awesome. All at once, for me somewhere about 4 weeks before the IM, I turn a corner in training, and nothing seems out of reach. Long run? No problem. ½ IM – easy. Multiple climbs up Tramway, Placitas, or Armoury hill? Piece of cake. Ride into the wind? Through the rain? In a snowstorm? Ask me to do anything – sure, I can do that.  It’s a warm happy place to be, when everything I’ve set out for myself seems completely doable and within my reach. All I need to do is head out the door each day.

Which brings me to favorite thing #2: Ironways are messy. But after a month of training, all the urgent small stuff that crops up everyday suddenly becomes easy to ignore. My focus gets narrower. Sure, I see that my garden could use weeding. But it can wait. In the midst of training, only the important things and the training gets done. Everything else is urgent, but expendable. I can’t think of many other times when I’ve had that freedom to focus. Writing up and defending my dissertation. Hmmm. That’s it. It may not be pretty, but the distillation of life really brings into stark focus what your priorities are, and what kind of choices you make. Every day.

And, best of all, I can't wait for more Leadville training. Wahoooooo!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Signing up for Leadville - the musical

 It's a twisted little bee droning about in my head. Sometimes close at hand, and I can't hear anything else, and sometimes blending into the background. At some point several months ago I was driven to rewrite lyrics to this song:



 SIGNING UP FOR LEADVILLE
You gotta help me out-
It’s all a blur that night-
Was there a napkin?
A yellow napkin
That I signed?

Kurt does an ironman tri
I kiss sanity goodbye
Spare me your freakin’
Long complaints about the pool

I want to hide out
Or get the hell out of town
Can’t be so gutless,
Remember what you told me-

Lace up your shoes
Get out on that trail now
That’s what you get for signing up for Leadville
Wake up before
The butt crack of dawn now
That’s what you get for signing up for Leadville

Why are my legs so tired?
At this rate I might get fired
I need a nap now
When is the next training run?

Don’t tell my mother
Cuz she’ll probably cry.
Can’t be a baby
Remember what you told me-

(chorus)

You got me into this
Convincing me I can
Telling me it’s not that bad
Send out an SOS

Refill my water
And get my butt on the trail
I’m not a baby,
Remember what you told me….

(chorus)