As a way to shame myself when I look at the blog I am posting my times from last year's Boise 70.3
Swim- 1:04:07
T1-5:20
Bike- 3:40:40
T2- 5:54
Run- 2:54:21
Total Time: 7:50:22
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Back in the Saddle, Again?
While I have yet to actually pay the entry fee for Boise 70.3 I have visited the sign-up page nearly 10 times in the last few days. I have filled out all of my information. I have typed my initials in the box to represent my signature acknowledging I understand I could drown during the swim or drop dead of a heart attack while getting my finisher photo taken. These risks are well known to me and, quite honestly, don't really take up too much of my thought process.
What does take up whatever lobe of the brain creates worry is the thought of failure. Not that I could fail much more than I did last year. Finishing less than an hour before the cut-off time isn't something to shout about, I feel guilty wearing the finisher hat sometimes.
Logically, I know that swimming 1.2 miles in white caps isn't the easiest thing to do when you have a fear of drowning stemming from a childhood incident. Logically, I know that walking a half marathon with an inured knee in less than 3 hours is pretty God damned good. Logically, I know that I finished before the cut-off time and am therefore a finisher. My mother has always told me that some things in life are worth doing half-assed, but if it is something you want to do then you better put your all into it and do it up right.
2009 was half-assed.
I approached my training half-assed. I approached nutrition half-assed. I approached my knee injury half-assed. I approached the race half-assed.
The theme for 2010 is full-assed.
During my run today I had an epiphany, I will probably never be a top 10 age grouper until I am in my 60s and I have to be okay with that. God (or whoever gets to make the decisions) has blessed me with good humor, good looks, good brains and several marketable skills, God did not bless me with elite athleticism. I just have to be okay with that.
If I can muster up the courage today I will once again visit the Boise 70.3 site and put in my credit card number.
What does take up whatever lobe of the brain creates worry is the thought of failure. Not that I could fail much more than I did last year. Finishing less than an hour before the cut-off time isn't something to shout about, I feel guilty wearing the finisher hat sometimes.
Logically, I know that swimming 1.2 miles in white caps isn't the easiest thing to do when you have a fear of drowning stemming from a childhood incident. Logically, I know that walking a half marathon with an inured knee in less than 3 hours is pretty God damned good. Logically, I know that I finished before the cut-off time and am therefore a finisher. My mother has always told me that some things in life are worth doing half-assed, but if it is something you want to do then you better put your all into it and do it up right.
2009 was half-assed.
I approached my training half-assed. I approached nutrition half-assed. I approached my knee injury half-assed. I approached the race half-assed.
The theme for 2010 is full-assed.
During my run today I had an epiphany, I will probably never be a top 10 age grouper until I am in my 60s and I have to be okay with that. God (or whoever gets to make the decisions) has blessed me with good humor, good looks, good brains and several marketable skills, God did not bless me with elite athleticism. I just have to be okay with that.
If I can muster up the courage today I will once again visit the Boise 70.3 site and put in my credit card number.
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