I heard the bell tonight in my head. Round 1: Fight! Really, it's round 12 of a 15 round slugfest. The prize is my second Ironman. As far as I'm concerned, Ironman CDA training "officially" began today. It began in the pool, when in the final 100 of the night, two swimmers I had swam as fast as in speed drills all evening passed me in our time trial. That made me think of my friend Chris, who the other night told me his only goal at IM CDA is to beat my IMAZ time, "a little friendly competition" he told me.
My friends are gunning for me. They're training to beat their best aspirational times, and me in the process.
There is no more room for moping, or bitching. Now is the time to work.
Coach Gerardo reminded me of that tonight when he said it's time to stop taking Sundays off. Wildflower is essentially six weeks away. I haven't done enough brick workouts. My conditioning is good but not great.
Like the Lakers, if there's some magical "switch" that I can turn on, now is the time to flip it. Now is the time to drop the negativity. Now is the time to put on the proverbial hard hat and go to work. To answer the call. Perhaps my three-day slide isn't unlike the Lakers' pre-All-Star skid where they lost to fairly miserable teams Charlotte and Cleveland. Perhaps the champs were looking for motivation, and found it after taking some time to rest and recover.
That's how I'm feeling right now. Re-focused, if not re-energized. I'm still working on that latter part, but I can sense the urgency in Wildflower approaching. I've honestly overlooked it, with nearly all my focus placed on IM CDA.
And today, Wildflower and IM CDA training officially began. In the pool, losing badly to my buddies.
But to my friends who think they're beating me in Coeur d'Alene this year, I will say this: Step your game up. I'll be waiting.
Switch = flipped.
96 days and counting.