I had grand plans. I was going to parlay my fitness and preparation from IM Louisville into a 70.3 at Anderson this weekend. Anderson is actually the USAT Long Course Championships for which I had qualified at Augusta and B2B last year. One of my goals for B2B was to come in under the qualification time standard and I managed to pull that off so was pretty stoked! At that time, my A goal for 2013 became the 70.3 at Anderson. That A goal last right up until IM Louisville came in and relegated Anderson to a B race.
In my mind I thought I would take a week off and ease back into a light schedule and gradually ramp it up to make sure I was ready when race day rolled around in Anderson. The funny thing is about ten days ago I lost all motivation. I can't really put my finger on the how or the why. OK, maybe I can figure out the why (I was tired ...) but that hasn't really stopped me before. I am the Queen of Powering Through and Sticking to the Plan. That is my official title.
I had been swimming, biking and running but 10 days ago I hit the wall of de-motivation.
Two weekends ago, I had a great 45 mile charity ride with friends followed by a 10 mile run the next day. I have been really having a great time in my masters swim group. I found a fantastic new spin studio that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE and yet somehow shortly thereafter I smacked my head on the wall of de-motivation.
Last weekend, I had registered for a century ride on Saturday (I was going to do the 50 miler) and a half marathon on Sunday. Would you believe I drove one hour across town, checked into the ride, readied my bike and then decided I just didn't want to ride so packed it all up and went home. Really. The next day for the 13.1, I set the alarm extra early to get up and go and when the time came, I set the alarm for a more reasonable hour thinking I would go do the miles on my own and went back to sleep. I got up later when the alarm went off at the reasonable hour, got dressed, drove to Stone Mountain, ran one mile turned around and walked back to the car. Really. Who does this?
I am no expert but am thinking all that added up to someone who needed to take a break. Part of me wanted to do the Anderson race but a larger part of me could not get enthused about it. In the end, I figured if I was having that much trouble deciding I must not really want to do the race all that much. I cancelled my hotel reservation for Anderson and determined to take an easy week this week. My A race became my B race and then became my non-existent race. ...and just like that I guess my triathlon season has come to an end. I have plenty of running on tap for the Fall and Winter as I get ready for the Dopey but for now am kicking back, enjoying a little more tennis than usual and maybe baking these fabulous looking treats. (mmmmm Mini Pumpkin Sticky Buns) :)