Chris made my night tonight after our Fortius-coached swim workout (2,300 yards) with one simple comment he relayed to me from a mutual friend. Both Chris and our buddy Murray raced at Malibu this past Saturday. Chris braved a sprained ankle that still hadn't healed to complete the swim and bike portion, forgoing the run for obvious reasons. I'm proud of Chris for sticking with the race as best he could. It would have been rational and easy to not enter the race at all.
After they both finished, Chris and Murray checked my race times on site, which prompted Murray to say, "That little guy got fast! I didn't think he had it in him!"
There aren't a lot of things one can say that instantly take me from zero to Mach 5 on the Feisty Meter. Telling me what you don't think I have "it" in me is probably at the top of the list.
The "it" is what I'm made of. I'll never be genetically blessed as an athlete. I'm not big. I'm not really that strong. I have to work harder than the others to be relatively as fast. But I am a fighter. And the entire reason I can finish within the top 10-15% of my age group is because I want it more than the next guy. No matter how big or bad he thinks he is.
Murray's comment is especially meaningful because he's been there with me in my triathlon training since the beginning. He's seen my flailing, frustrating swims at Zuma every Sunday of the 2009 triathlon season. He's dropped me on the bike in Malibu when I couldn't keep up with him and Chris. Based on m prior performances early in my training, Murray had every reason to wonder if I had "it" in me.
But current performance isn't always indicative of inner hunger and drive.
I'm not sure how much faster I can get. I'm feeling pretty good at the moment.
But I do know that I WANT to get faster and become better.
Oh yes. I do have "it" in me. I always have.
Never, ever doubt that for a second about me.
66 days and counting.