Goodness, I promise this is the last of the IMAZ posts at least for a while. I decided to purchase a couple of photos. The one below is a little crazy. I guess I started crying sooner than I thought. ha!
And, maybe a minute afterwards: I pulled it together to smile and pose.
The truth is: Almost ANYONE can do an Ironman. I’m living proof. Like I’ve stated before, I was the stereotypical “geek” in high school who could barely run a mile. I tried out for the softball team my junior year, but quit only 2 days into tryouts because it was ‘hard.” I didn’t make the swim team when they were taking just about anybody. I made excuses about really pushing myself. The perfectionist in me was afraid of failure. I was afraid of putting myself outside my comfort zone. I couldn’t face the “embarrassment” of failing. The only reason why I started working out my sophomore year of college was because I gained the “freshman 15.” Up until the last two years really, I never thought of myself as an athlete.
I wanted to finish an Ironman no matter how badly it hurt or how “hard” it was. I don’t know why I felt the need to prove to myself that I was mentally strong enough to pull off an Ironman. Yes, you have to physically train for these things as well, don’t get me wrong. That’s what training plans are for. But really, it is mostly mental. Why? Because these things are rarely painless regardless of your training. My legs really wanted to stop and were yelling me most of the run, but I told them to keep going. The fact that I could push through exhaustion and pain to finish an Ironman leads me to believe that I could truly accomplish anything that I put my mind to. And I don’t just mean sports-related obstacles. This knowledge transcends through all facets of my life– career, relationships, other hobbies, etc.
And to be honest, I had this in me my whole life. It is stupid that it took an Ironman for me to see it, but if you are stubborn like me, you might need to do something like this for you to realize how strong you truly are. Now, I’m kinda addicted. I want to cut a significant amount of time down on my next IM. I want to take it to the next level, and push myself a little more. I want to see how far I can take it. What would happen if I pushed myself a little harder?
I hate it when I hear people say, “You did an Ironman? Oh, I could never do anything like that!” YES YOU COULD! If you wanted it badly enough, anyone could. I saw old, young, paraplegics, teachers, grandmothers, fathers, students, skinny, overweight, you name it, it was out there on the course. I don’t know why anyone would put themselves down like that.
STOP making excuses for yourself as to why you can’t do something. Make up your mind whether you want it or not. If you don’t, that’s okay. If you do, research what you need to do to accomplish it, plan it out, and execute. And for goodness sake, stop bitching about how you want your life to be different if you aren’t willing to do anything about it. YES, it IS that easy. Stop living in a “what if” world. Twenty years from now, you will regret the things that you didn’t do WAY more than the things that you did do. Trust me on this. Life goes by fast. You don’t want to wake up one day and think to yourself: Why did I waste all that time on the couch (or whatever)?
Sigh. Okay, I’m getting off my soapbox. I’ve just been exposed to some negativity lately from others. The only thing that saved me from having a horrific Ironman was my positive attitude. I refused to let the negativity seep in and control my life on that day. I can’t say that positivity will always win against my negative thoughts, but I’m sure going to try to fight them off when I can!
Now, time for some thanks.
My beautiful husband. You are my rock. On those days when negativity bears its ugly horns, you make me laugh and realize that negative talk is crazy! Thank you for being my best friend, lover, therapist, cheerleader, sherpa, family babysitter, medic, photographer, etc.
My sister, mom, step-dad, nephews. My sister was 8 months pregnant out there cheering me on for 14 hours. My mom didn’t really know what she was getting into. Thank you for driving out to AZ to cheer me on. Now you know what being a triathlon spectator is about. I’d also like to add that they also ran around Paris cheering me on for my 1st marathon. Goodness. They must love me!
Team Blaze. Wow. I plan on doing a post about the benefits of joining a tri team because I’m hooked. I had someone to ride my bike with for nearly every long ride training for my Ironman. I had people encouraging me through the swim practices and runs. My team coach even cheered me on for my entire race. Team Blaze is like a family. They never let me think for one second that I couldn’t complete an Ironman.
My readers! Thank you for still reading and letting me vent about training!! Like I have said before, it isn’t always sunshine, but you always help me see the bright side!!
I know this post was kinda ranty, but it was what spilled out of me when I opened up my laptop. I have a fun running related giveaway on Thursday for you all!!
Are you afraid of failing? How do you step out of your comfort zone?