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It’s not winter. It’s Spring.

During winter, you expect horrible, cold days. You plan your life around them. By Spring, you expect, hope for, pray for… long for warm days. But NO! An 80 degree day last week does NOT mean it won’t be cold again.


We had a miraculous February. The entire two-week period my family moved houses, the weather was fantastic. Unseasonable warmth made for a very pleasant move. And the very day we moved the last of our stuff out of the old house, it got cold again.


It’s May now, and I usually love May because the cold days are over. Except this year. The entire week sucks. Cold, windy, enough rain to keep you guessing, and a full workout schedule. Running in the cold sucks, but biking in cold and wind is the worst – surpassed only by how incredibly boring it is to bike on a stationary trainer when it’s windy and cold out.


This is the last week of “prep” training before Base 1 training. It’s actually a bit of a rest week, but you can’t just stop completely. So, into the spring go I and my bike. Into the evil, wicked cold spring of the Midwest. It’s never too late to catch a cold, right?


Living With Injury


Yesterday was Spring-cold. But it was also the first day I didn’t do my second workout of the day because of injury. And it struck me as bizarre that I was stressing about not doing two workouts in one day. What happened to feeling guilty for not training at all for just one day? My guilt now includes ONLY training once per day?


It’s also depressing in a very strange way. I haven’t been sleeping well because I’m concerned about my injury. The rest of me feels great – why does one key area have to hurt so much? As invigorating as it is to train, it’s equally depressing not to train. It also makes me want to give up eating well. And other parts that weren’t hurting as much are starting to hurt. They say depression hurts. It’s true.


But, as I’ve heard many times, the training for an Ironman is more difficult than the event itself. Crappy weather weeks, nagging injuries and kicking your own butt almost daily, those really test your mettle. It is definitely a mind game. A steely resolve creates an Ironman.