I'm back!
Blogging at least.
And while I would love to tell you that I'm smarter a week later, that would be a lie.
Here's what happened.
We did the 12K trail race a week ago saturday without too much trouble, and then I had a very satisfactory 50K ride the day after. The only problem was that I aggravated the horrible friction burns I got on saturday, and by the monday i was barely able to walk. Because the space between my legs doesn't get much sunshine or fresh air, and because I never gave it a chance to heal properly it ended up very angry. I had no choice but to stop all activity for a week or so to let it heal. It seemed like a good opportunity to rest everything, even my mind, and as such I decided to take a pause from blogging as well.
And despite some build up of anxiety, and despite a continuously growing spare tire, I really thought the rest was just what I needed.
Unfortunately what I thought was a rest for my mind might well have been one for my right brain, but it sure wasn't for my left brain. Based on my two successive good workouts, my left brain initiated a story telling sequence, which grew and grew as every day went by, finally culminating in s story of a half Ironman this fall, and another shot at Tremblant next summer!!
There was no doubt! I could do this!
My story fell to pieces yesterday!
My thighs were finally at the point that I dared to go for a little jog, mind you with a huge helping of vaseline. I went to the trails, and while at first I felt great, by the end of my 5K jog/walk I was totally gassed. After not doing anything for more than a week!!! Incredible! And that wasn't the worst of it. I spent the rest of the day on the couch feeling like I had run about 35 kms without any water. I could barely stand, let alone walk around, I was so faint. My blood pressure was 94/54 which is also just bizarre!
Moral of the story? I still haven't let it go despite my best intentions. I need to suffer some more I suppose.
But, I promise to keep trying. I have an exciting new project I'm working on with Colby (building him a new bedroom) and I'm starting to get things together for our shed rebuild which begins on the first day of July. I'm gonna try to make those two things my priority, an then fit is some exercise for the sake of exercise, whenever I can.
It's circular thinking in a way I suppose, but I suspect that the only way I will ever do another Ironman, is if get to the point where I don't want to. We shall see.
And that's it. I'll probably try to post regularly again, but don't consider that a promise.
....and I'm with Ziggy, even if he's dead....
"I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."---David Bowie
Love
Peter
Blogging at least.
And while I would love to tell you that I'm smarter a week later, that would be a lie.
Here's what happened.
We did the 12K trail race a week ago saturday without too much trouble, and then I had a very satisfactory 50K ride the day after. The only problem was that I aggravated the horrible friction burns I got on saturday, and by the monday i was barely able to walk. Because the space between my legs doesn't get much sunshine or fresh air, and because I never gave it a chance to heal properly it ended up very angry. I had no choice but to stop all activity for a week or so to let it heal. It seemed like a good opportunity to rest everything, even my mind, and as such I decided to take a pause from blogging as well.
And despite some build up of anxiety, and despite a continuously growing spare tire, I really thought the rest was just what I needed.
Unfortunately what I thought was a rest for my mind might well have been one for my right brain, but it sure wasn't for my left brain. Based on my two successive good workouts, my left brain initiated a story telling sequence, which grew and grew as every day went by, finally culminating in s story of a half Ironman this fall, and another shot at Tremblant next summer!!
There was no doubt! I could do this!
My story fell to pieces yesterday!
My thighs were finally at the point that I dared to go for a little jog, mind you with a huge helping of vaseline. I went to the trails, and while at first I felt great, by the end of my 5K jog/walk I was totally gassed. After not doing anything for more than a week!!! Incredible! And that wasn't the worst of it. I spent the rest of the day on the couch feeling like I had run about 35 kms without any water. I could barely stand, let alone walk around, I was so faint. My blood pressure was 94/54 which is also just bizarre!
Moral of the story? I still haven't let it go despite my best intentions. I need to suffer some more I suppose.
But, I promise to keep trying. I have an exciting new project I'm working on with Colby (building him a new bedroom) and I'm starting to get things together for our shed rebuild which begins on the first day of July. I'm gonna try to make those two things my priority, an then fit is some exercise for the sake of exercise, whenever I can.
It's circular thinking in a way I suppose, but I suspect that the only way I will ever do another Ironman, is if get to the point where I don't want to. We shall see.
And that's it. I'll probably try to post regularly again, but don't consider that a promise.
....and I'm with Ziggy, even if he's dead....
"I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."---David Bowie
Love
Peter
Now I get why you seemed so down the day I was over!
ReplyDeleteI hope you know you have nothing to prove to anyone, not even yourself! You are already an "Ironman", technically speaking, and you're an Ironman in life, you are an incredible dad, and me and all of my brothers would agree that you are an incredible person, and we strive to be as great as you. Keep doing you and exercising when you want and do another Ironman if you want, but know that it is a mere speck in the totality that is you. I love you not because you can run and bike and swim, I love you because you're my dad - I love you for so many reasons!
Love you!
Michael
Mike..you nailed it. Well said
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