I’ve been trying to get my act together. To not miss any workouts. To be better.
I said to a friend not too long ago that it’s not that I don’t want to run the NYCM, it is that I don’t want to train to run it. Well even though I have the cape, I’m no Wonder Woman and will need to train. That being said, it also occurred to me that I’ve got some other things coming up before NY. One of them being the Sandy Hook Iron Girl Sprint Triathlon. It is the race that started it all. It is the race that led me to discover the joy of running. It is the race that changed it all. I’ve done it three times now and it holds a special place in my heart. It will never be as good as the first time when a bunch of us ran it, but I still love it.
Today my training plan called for 40 minutes of swimming. I haven’t been really good about getting my swims in. My coach might have even said (yes she did) that I was treating the swims as optional. It also occurred to me that I’m only two weeks or so away from Sandy Hook and I really need to get my swims in. Plus swimming really is a prefect cross training activity for running. It was also made that much easier to go because hubby had a house full of work friends over to do their Fantasy Football Draft.
The hard part of any training is actually getting out the door. Once there and in the pool, I wondered why I hadn’t done more of it. I got into a rhythm of swimming my laps. A rhythm that will leave me once I hit the bay with no floor, breaking waves, and a mass of other swimmers. The swim is my least favorite part of the Tri. I end up loosing the rhythm and strokes so easily done it the pool. I panic a little and end up doing too much back stroke, head out of the water, gasping for air, and looking like I don’t know how to swim. Yet, I still do it.
So tonight in the calmness of the pool swimming my many laps, I was thinking a great deal about my September 11th Triathlon. I came up with a plan. A shocking non plan. Something that is so out of what I would expect me to come up with as a plan. But once I thought about it, I knew was what I needed for this event.
I am going to run it naked and I don’t mean without my Trisuit!!!
I am going to run it sans Garmin!
I know normally, I would be but when the thought came to me, I knew it was perfect. I knew it is what I need to do. I know it might help me to focus on the moment without fear of time. Besides the beauty of a race is that even if I don’t know my time during the race, I can certainly find out as soon as I cross the finish line.
Here is my reasoning…….
As far as my training goes, I am really only trained for the run. I have never trained for it like I did the first year. I do this race only because I enjoy the race. I want to not focus on what my watch says that I am doing, but what my body tells me I’m doing. I don’t need splits to tell me that. This is not to say that I am not planning to go out there and give it all I’ve got, because I am. That is the point. Let my body decide and not my watch.
I guess I will find out the morning of September 11th if this is a crazy thing to do or not. I do know that if it’s one thing I’ve got is more than enough crazy to go around.
Have you ever run an event without your trusty watch?