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Triathlon and Error

I have a race on Saturday, but I’m not going. 

It’s not because I don’t think I would perform well enough, or because I don’t feel well, or even because I’m nursing my injuries. I simply don’t feel like doing it. This makes FOUR triathlons that I’ve registered to do and changed my mind. 

It’s not as though money is no object for me. Each time I’ve clicked submit, even just 3 weeks ago for this coming race, I was looking forward to racing and training. I’ve made it to the pool, spin class, and run regularly since – and enjoyed it. It just doesn’t feel exciting for me to be racing triathlon at the moment. 

I feel like I registered for this last one because somewhere in my mind I believe that the triathlon magnet I put on my car is going to spontaneously combust if I don’t race soon. I genuinely feel taunted by it when I see it, as though I should replace it with a running one because it seems to be more accurate at the given moment. 

What is REALLY stopping me? Not gonna lie; I really don’t like those shark reports I’ve been hearing. It WOULD be my luck to be excited to make my return to racing and then get my ass bitten. It’s more likely that it’s just my nerves. I really have no reason to expect that I wouldn’t be okay, but it just has been so long since I’ve gotten my feet wet. Heh. I didn’t want the monster to grow, and I still don’t, but I don’t see myself getting up at 4 AM to get to transition on time.

For now. 

This summer, I will have to tentatively sketch out the next year of my life. I really do not see myself NOT racing triathlon for another year. I suppose I underestimated the break I must need from it. Maybe (gulp) I need some people with whom I could race, even though I’ll be annoyed along the way. In fact, as soon as a certain person reads this post I know I’m going to hear it. “You should do x and y with me!” And perhaps I should. 

I really am unsure how I will know I’m really ready to dive back in (blast these accidental puns). Perhaps it is partial rebellion to having to schedule my life so far in advance. When racing was new, it happened that way because I couldn’t get enough of it. Could I handle a repeat of 2014, logistically speaking? Pretty sure that’s why I am at the chiropractor 3 times a week for now. I couldn’t. Now I must plan wisely in order to avoid injury, manage time well, and stay sane. 

I am sure I still have errors to make. Here is hoping that when my triathlon magnet blows up it doesn’t damage the paint. 

  

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Effect: Fifth Friday Comes on a Saturday

Cause: 5 pineapple Martinis and a glass of ouzo on Thursday. 

#BlameAdonis

I suppose that I drink so rarely that when I do, I go kind of hard. Still classy, of course, but a bit more candid. I might not have had to pay for the dranks but I am still paying for it physically! I am blogging live from my long run that turned into a short run that turned into a short walk two days later. What had happened was – I felt so gross on Friday that I didn’t eat very much and am inadequately fueled. Fat and slow today! No Bueno! 

I would totally regret it if I didn’t get some fun haiku writing out of the evening. Ask 3M. 

  

Fourth Friday: How to Cheat and Get Away With It

It can’t be done. Short post. 

Since I decided to care about how I eat, I’ve struggled with the concept of the so-called “cheat meal.” While the pragmatist in me appreciates these regularly scheduled moments of debauchery, the perfectionist laments that A) I need them in the first place and B) protests that if it’s bad for your body, why should you do it at all? Even the terminology troubles me. “Cheat.” Cheating is bad! What else could we call it? “Treat,” perhaps, but that is no less needy. “Congratulate yourself for eating well most of the time by eating badly!” I am not my students; I shouldn’t have to bribe myself with candy (my apologies to parents and dentists). 

Have you really thought about it, though? Why is it impossible to eat well 100% of the time? Why would you want to do anything bad to the body that gets you around and more? Moreover, as a Christian I think to myself, “Well, Christ is living here so I want my blood vessels to be like, pristine and stuff.” I want to keep the place nice! Being a little bad is better than being bad most of the time, I suppose, but that doesn’t make it good. Is it merely because we are surrounded by crap and love people who eat crap that we must make room for crap in our diets? 

I suppose that the numbers dropping on the scale indicate that I am, indeed, getting away with cheating, but it still makes me uncomfortable. This is how fattest Lady J ate. Just 100% of the time as opposed to 3 out of 35 weekly meals. Plus, I still don’t like my body. C’est la vie!

  

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