“I’ve lost it all. It’s all gone. I have to start all over. I’m not going to achieve my performance goals at my upcoming race.”
Have you ever said or thought this? I have. In fact, I did over the weekend.
I got sick with the flu and as luck would have it, I also got pneumonia. Breathing became so labored I needed an inhaler. I was in bed for 7 days and my energy levels were at zero. Picking up my daughter was it’s own weight workout. I didn’t have an appetite, so I lost weight. Sounds great, right? Instant diet! Well, not really. In the most non-vain way possible– I don’t have much extra fat on my body, so muscle was on the menu. I lost some of my muscle mass. I’ve worked hard over the past many months to add muscle and strength. And upon looking in the mirror, it wasn’t all there.
The next thing that went through my mind was Ironman Texas 70.3 on April 6. This was going to be my “B” race, my first race of the 2014 season. It’s a “B” race, so I’m not out to set personal records, but I had mini-goals to achieve.
So where did my mind first go? To the depths. I went on a negative downward spiral. But then I realized what I was doing. I quickly told myself to “STOP!” Or actually…”Shut the F up!” For those that know me, I don’t cuss, unless absolutely necessary. In this situation, it was absolutely necessary.
I had to self-talk myself out of the depths.
“My “A” race is Ironman Arizona on November 16, 2014. I have more than enough time to train. It’s a “B” race on April 6, and I still have time to train for it. And if I do poorly, so what?! It’s a “B” race! I’m out racing for myself, no one else. I do it because I enjoy it, so therefore, I will race and enjoy it. I can’t lose too much fitness in one week. All I need is another week of modified workouts, and I will be back to my old self in no time. Oh, and how can everything be lost in one week? It can’t. The body has memory and one week can’t set me back all the way to the very start. So shut the F up and be thankful you are no longer confined to a bed.”
It worked. Today I felt better, so I went to the gym. I enjoyed a strength workout with my new training buddy. I enjoyed the camaraderie and the fact I was back at the gym working out. It’s about focusing on the good things, and not letting small setbacks define you.
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