There are moments in each and every training session where I find small morsels of success. And yes, sometimes this includes simply surviving the workout.
BIKE:
As a female pro triathlete, I tend to ride with a lot of guys who are slightly stronger than myself. While I am not cursing this fact, I am often celebrating small bits of success including:
- The ability to cling to a wheel and stare at a cassette for just a few minutes longer before popping off the back of the pack.
- The day two hours into a ride where I am dying, fall off a wheel, and somehow manage to claw my way back onto that wheel. I will also fist-pump the air when I actually accomplish this. Unfortunately there is rarely someone behind me to share (or witness!) this successful moment.
- Actually counting out calories properly on a hard ride and managing not to bonk. Seriously – this is always a huge success!!
Belgian Waffle Ride descending Double Peak. |
Small disclaimer – although I am a pro triathlete, I am NOT known for my amazing swim skills. I was once asked by an elderly gentleman at the pool if I was a professional swimmer. I am fairly certain I kissed him on both cheeks and he made my entire year.
- Realizing that over the past six years I have moved up from lane four to lane two at masters. Serious success.
- Pacing at masters while everyone around me goes out like a bat-out-of-hell and then dies.
- Actually descending a swim set. This actually did happen. Once.
- Continually staring at that black line. Day. After. Day. After Day.
I am a runner. It’s my favorite of the three sports – I love that it comes at the end of triathlon. I love running girls down. I love the pain of pushing myself harder. I love the feeling of floating when everything clicks.
- Looking at a run workout on paper and being certain I won’t be able to hit the paces, but being unafraid to try – and ultimately surprising myself by hitting the numbers.
- The last half mile of any run that is a double-digit run starting with the number “2”.
- Finishing those runs that feel like incredibly long slogs.
- Coming back from an injury.