Life...

Sometimes the idea of fitting Ironman training and racing into life is just...well laughable. This past week encapsulated one of those times. I had an ok weekend training including a good 70 minute run on Sunday. I spent part of the afternoon working on my training schedule for the spring and early summer and was starting to get pretty psyched. I had even modified my plan for this week as I had to fly out to St Louis bright and early Monday morning and wouldn't return until very late Thursday night.

I figured I would just keep busy with running while I was in St Louis. But this is where life got in the way. I was able to get in an easy 7 mile run on Monday after landing, but Tuesday and Wednesday where all day sessions in a classroom. Breakfast started at 7am and we had dinner right after lasting until 8pm. Ok, well I had planned on taking Tuesday off anyway, no worries...I'll just try to squeeze in a run prior to dinner Wednesday. Well after a second straight day of staring at a computer screen and eating crappy food, I was exhausted. No problem, just take a second day off in a row and wake up early Thursday and run. Late announcement Wednesday, "we are starting extra early Thursday so we can get you out in time to make your flights home and you will need to check out before breakfast Thursday am so make sure to get up plenty early."

So, Thursday was going to be out as well. This was the first time I had taken 3 days off in a row since post Ironman. Probably not the worst thing in the world, but I was getting cranky and frustrated that I couldn't exercise. Fast forward, we finally get to the airport Thursday afternoon and after an incredible wait to make it through our embarrassing TSA "security" lines I was looking forward to getting on the plane and working on my training schedule and relaxing. 30 minutes into the flight I put on my headphones and open my laptop. And then get kicked in the back...repeatedly. Great, a 4 year old behind me that figures my seat is her jungle gym. Perfect. Then the person in front of me reclines their seat so much that I can barely keep my laptop open.

Life had won this battle. I couldn't even plan to train!! I spent the next 5+ hours sitting on my butt, wishing I was somewhere else. Wishing I didn't have all these various road blocks to deal with. And then it hit me. It's just another challenge Trevor, one of many that I faced last year and that I will continue to face this year. What doesn't kill me, will make me stronger. A small smile hit my face as I remembered I had tomorrow, Friday, off and would sleep in...and maybe finally get that run in.

-T