Mon: 8k run, 2k elliptical, squats/lunges/arms/planks (For ages. Back in Farnham = gym tourism)
Tues: 2.5k swim. Back to Brighton!
Wed: 5k track session (6×800, 90 sec recovery. I jogged rep 4, in the intrest if finishing the session. 😦 ), 20min PP bike – New Pedals!!
Thurs: 40k ride (along the beacon, to ditchling, back to Bton. Needs to be done in reverse next time), 30min sea swim, 20min run
Fri: AM: gym weights, 10min row, PM: Club swim session (Went well, but ate too much before again – felt very close to vomit on a couple of sprint laps..!)
Sun: Southwater Race (500/18.5/3.8)
Mon: 80min run (meant to be 60. Very bad.. but went up to Beacon, to Stanmer, and it was pretty.), pm: 10min row, 30min weights
It was ‘long run’ day today. Due to my not having any sort of music playing device at the moment (I need new headphones, and i’m far too stingy/lazy to get them),long run and ‘long thinking session’ are quite synonymous.
All was going fairly well (except for a minor confrontation with an old lady walking three dogs, none of which she was capable of controlling), until the thoughts began tipping from good, to so-so, to pretty negative.
It occur ed to me that there are an awful lot of really good athletes around, and most have them have been training for a very long time, and are, quite simply, very very fast. My running became more of a slightly depressed plod, and I began to wonder why I really bothered training anyway.
I have devoted a lot of time to training these last few months: to thinking about it, writing about it, recovering from it, and sometimes actually doing it. Only a year ago I was running about twenty minutes a day, and patting myself on the back for it (oh.. the innocence..) I wondered if all this training has actually done me any good. I wondered if there was any point in it at all.
Negative thoughts like this can put a real suffocating blanket over progress. Yes, of course there are a lot of amazing triathletes, and it usually takes a lifetime to get that good. That doesn’t stop the rest of us having a little go, and bettering ourselves in the process.
Taking up a sport isn’t about being the best, it’s about being the best you can be, and having a good time doing it.
Two years ago, I went for a run and I couldn’t get 500 metres without having to stop, and I never thought I would be able to run a race.
One year ago, I did my first 5k. And loved it.
Christmas 2009, I couldn’t swim with my head under the water, and I couldn’t do more than a few laps. My 400m swim time now stands at about 7.30.
When I started training for Mid Sussex, I wasn’t sure I could get through 400/23/5. This season I did it three times, with a few more on the side.
So no, these aren’t amazing achievements, but each one has seen me smash a new glass ceiling.
Basically, constantly comparing myself to others is only ever going to lead to a total lack of motivation. Comparing myself with myself is probably a good place to start.
Negativity is a hugely self limiting emotion, that we’re probably all a bit better off without.
(ps. new housemate has lent me headphones… so expect less thought and more jiving!)