Yeah, I’m late.
Between forgetting what day it is 90% of the time and having a gross attitude for a couple days, I said, “screw it.” Whoops. But here I am.
I’ve done a TON of open water swimming—some at the lake at East Harbor, some at White Star, and some at Lisa’s parents’ pond. Why do I keep doing it? I’m afraid of it. I said a long time ago that “fear is my compass.” I’m scared of drowning, not making it out of the water in time, and fish. What better way to combat that than pushing myself to work on it more? It’s not complicated—work on fears, don’t run from them or make excuses. If it’s important, you’ll figure it the fuck out.
Today I realized how a week ago I struggled HARD during a 40-mile bike ride and how badass I felt hitting a 45-mile into a 3.2 mile run yesterday. Yesterday really sealed the deal for me. I ate every 3-5 miles on the bike, I made sure I was staying hydrated. The biggest thing though? I told myself “good job” when I got myself back down to my heart rate zone. A negative thought came into my head and I forced myself to smile like an idiot. I sang some of my favorite songs in my head. I made sure to smile and say hello to every person who I encountered. And guess what? I felt great. Floated in the river, hung out outside, no pain all day. It was awesome.
Not only do you have to train well to do something huge like this, but you have to have the right mindset. I don’t give a shit about being done in 7 hours 15 minutes or 8 hours 20 minutes. I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. I’m not looking for praise throughout this process. I’m just a girl, sitting in front of her computer, working toward a formally impossible task, remembering one of our own at JG3 Fitness. That’s it. The end.