I’d like to dedicate this blog post in loving memory of my butt…as it was chafed away during my bike ride Wednesday.
What a week. Saturday brought us the Gibsonburg Goldenbear 10k. Carrie, John, Tivo, and I decided that we would all run it. The weather could not have been worse (just kidding, but it’s more dramatic this way). We had constant down pouring rain, wind galore, and not a whole lot of non-puddle pavement. Carrie and I stuck together and talked the entire time. When I say that this group of people (JG3 as a whole) is my lifeline, I mean it. Fifty-six minutes and a long discussion later, I felt better than I had in weeks. A not-awesome weather situation turned out to be exactly what I needed.
Moving forward through the week…Monday. Hit my mile swim in 42:11. I was super pumped until my shoulder started to bother me again. By Tuesday, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep pushing through swims without hurting myself. Only one 5am swim this week. Am I slightly freaking out about it? Yes. At seventeen weeks out, it is necessary. I won’t lose all the progress I’ve made. I won’t suddenly become terrible at swimming (not sure I can ever say I was great at it…seriously, Janetta. I promise J). Regardless, it has forced me to take a step back and recover to be better than before. Always learning.
Wednesday was a bike ride and another HUGE moment for me in this process. I have honest-to-goodness not ridden a bike outside since I was a teenager. I had to buy a helmet due to my mermaid one from eighteen years ago not being sufficient. Shocking, I know. Good news is that I have a size “small” head…only part of me that is small…… Jay had the goal of us riding between sixteen and twenty miles. It was finally not disgusting and cold outside, so I decided that was going to be the day I pushed the anxiety away and looked like an idiot wearing a helmet. I made it all the way to Whirlpool and felt amazing – minus the fear in my heart every time I heard a rustle in the trees on the bike trail and automatically assumed it was a predator – and loved it. I was quick and felt like I could keep going for miles…until I turned around and realized I had the wind at my back the whole time. The next 8.5 miles was directly into the wind and made me feel like the least fit person in the entire world. But I did it. I struggled, I was scared, but I did it.
This week’s lessons?
- Lean on people. Life isn’t meant to be fought through alone.
- Injuries happen. Get the fuck over it and work to come back stronger. It is NOT the end of the world.
- Do shit that scares you. If it scares you, it means it matters. You’ll never regret trying something new (unless it’s drugs. Don’t do drugs.).