Happy New Year everyone, I hope that 2013 is kind to you, and if it isn’t well it’ll soon be 2014 before we know it.
My main focus this year will be on completing the Outlaw Iron-distance event in Nottingham. The race takes place on the 7th July and I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve done it twice before and don’t feel that I’ve done myself justice on the course, I fully intend to change that this year.
Since July 2012 I have been working with a new coach, who contacted me after a TV appearance and offered me his services. We met a couple of times, we hit it off and I was very excited about the prospect of working with him. He set me on the paleo way of thinking in regards to my diet, and I saw great success.
Unfortunately a combination of factors such as geography, and him ploughing his time into his new business ( and rightly so ) meant that we decided to end our coach/athlete relationship on Friday. I’m disappointed but at least I now know to push on by myself and I only have myself to blame if I fail. The downside to that is that without someone to answer to its much easier to let old habits slip back in…“I’m knackered, I’ll give tonight’s turbo session a miss” or “It’s only one mars bar, and I’ve been for a 6 miles run”. I have to be careful not to fall into this trap. I’m not where I want to be in terms of my weight and fitness, but I have 26 weeks in which to get there. It’s not a sprint. The thing is I was doing so well, but then I lost my Mam and I went to pieces to be honest with you. Suddenly I no longer cared what I ate, I didn’t want to go out cycling in the rain. I mean what was the point?
I had some seriously ‘dark days’ in the run up to Christmas, a time of year which I guess magnifies everything. I don’t mind telling you that I came extremely close to giving up my Outlaw place. I just had no desire to be a triathlete anymore. I was done, I couldn’t be arsed with it. I just let things get on top of me. I wasn’t the person who I should have been, or am indeed again. I was hurting and I guess I was lost. Thankfully I have a wonderful support network around me, the base of that being my wonderful wife Em. She can read me like a book, and she forced me to get on with life. One of the things she made me do was go and ride my bike. So on Saturday 29th December that’s just what I did. I rode for 2 hours with my mates Kev and Andy, I suffered, I got wet and cold but I loved it. I loved that feeling of being out in the countryside, I loved that feeling of pushing myself again. What the hell was I thinking, giving up on the Outlaw? No bloody way.
I guess we all have our dark days, I’m sure that I’ll have a few more on my path this year. I didn’t deal with them very well, but I’ve come through relatively unscathed ( 7lb weight gain ) and ready to push on. I’m in the process of writing my training plan for the Outlaw, and when it’s done I’ll publish it on here. I’m keeping track of all my training and what I eat, I’m trying to be as organized as possible. I may no longer have a coach, but I still have someone to answer to. That weathered face staring back at me in the mirror will be my judge, jury and executioner. Hopefully by July the verdict will be NOT GUILTY.
Right that’s enough from me, I’m off for a run in the rain…