Each fall and winter we sit at our computers scouring race reports, triathlon website, chatting on Facebook, trying to figure out who is doing what and how to stay in budget. By January we are raring to go with so much energy and finesse to start the season. August training mirrors the dog days of the South…muggy and a fight for motivation. But in the end, it’s all worth it to cross that year end finish line.
The end of my season has finally arrived and not a moment too soon. This one was a tough one for me both mentally and physically. But in reflection, I am so much stronger for it. I struggled with the results that I was getting for the amount of time that I was putting in. I’ve always been able to skate by on guts alone. The term “gut it out” was my motto. I started training a little more seriously last season and it yielded very positive results and a PR and podium with almost every race I entered. This year was a little different though. I plateaued. I put in a much bigger effort than ever before, but seemed to still seemed to have the same output. I’ve been afraid to take it out of first gear, afraid of what might happen, afraid of being uncomfortably uncomfortable. This is a mental block that I know a lot of people, including a number of my own athletes, struggle with. Pushing past the unknown is scary, but it’s the only way you’ll succeed.