This will not be a popular post.
A lot of the people that come by here do so because they know me. And a lot of the people that know me, know me from sport. That most likely means that, like me, they too are obsessed by cycling. Less likely, although still possible, is that those people are obsessed by running. Although runners and cyclists are pretty different, they have a few things in common, none more so than a fundamental hatred of multisport events.
Yep, this is a triathlon post.
I am currently 2 months into a 10 month ironman training program. This means that every form of exercise that I do should, at least theoretically, be done with the aim of better preparing me for the ironman. As I don’t know enough about triathlon training to do a plan on my own, this means I pay someone (who is excellent) a bit of cash every quarter to write a plan for me and walk me through what I should be doing.
Part of my plan involved doing an Olympic distance triathlon, whilst fatigued. While this sounds fine in theory, I am a competitive person. I am never going to school the Brownlee’s, but I am good enough to get decent times. This means that I don’t like performing at a level lower than I know I am capable of. Knowing that you theoretically can push harder but not being able to find the energy to do so is incredibly frustrating.
After the race yesterday, my new mantra is now “it is all in the name of the greater good”.