Are You Ready?
Oftentimes my friends, family and colleagues will ask me if I’m ready for my Ironman. Every single time I am asked this question I answer with an emphatic NO. I don’t respond like this to sound funny or glib. It’s just the truth.
How can you ever feel ready for something as big as Ironman? On my longest training day I hope to be able to ride a full 112 and finish off with a short run. A frigging huge day by anyone’s measure…but still not 140.6.
Joel Friel & Gordo Bryn begin their Ironman training book, Going Long, with a quote that really hits home for me: "One is never ready for an ironman-distance race. The event is far too big for that."
Joel and Gordo – I think you are spot on. I will have no clue how my body will behave at the tail end of the marathon, should I be fortunate enough to make it that far. How about nutrition? Will my stomach be able to tolerate anything late in the race? Are my legs actually capable of continuous movement for up to 17 hours? These are questions that I can only answer on race day.
So am I ready? NO. I continue to do my best to prepare my body and mind for July 22. Truth be told, I think the hardest part is just getting to the starting line. Week after week of long hours is both physically and mentally taxing – even more so than I originally believed it would be. I am proud of how far I’ve come and anxiously look forward to my continued improvement.
There are days when I feel high. There are days when I feel low. Each day I feel like I have a shot at completing the Ironman. And each day I feel like I don’t.
All of this measuring…of distance, of time, of pounds. It often has me yearning for simpler days. Days when I used to play catch with my Dad on South Bay Drive. Looking back, those were some of the greatest days of my life. Pretending to be Roger Clemens, Wade Boggs, Mike Greenwell and Jody Reed all rolled into one. There were no heart rate zones. There were no bike-to-run bricks. There was no LT or VO2 max. Only my Dad and I playing catch.
Ironman helps me appreciate these perfect moments - trapped in my mind never to be forgotten.
How can you ever feel ready for something as big as Ironman? On my longest training day I hope to be able to ride a full 112 and finish off with a short run. A frigging huge day by anyone’s measure…but still not 140.6.
Joel Friel & Gordo Bryn begin their Ironman training book, Going Long, with a quote that really hits home for me: "One is never ready for an ironman-distance race. The event is far too big for that."
Joel and Gordo – I think you are spot on. I will have no clue how my body will behave at the tail end of the marathon, should I be fortunate enough to make it that far. How about nutrition? Will my stomach be able to tolerate anything late in the race? Are my legs actually capable of continuous movement for up to 17 hours? These are questions that I can only answer on race day.
So am I ready? NO. I continue to do my best to prepare my body and mind for July 22. Truth be told, I think the hardest part is just getting to the starting line. Week after week of long hours is both physically and mentally taxing – even more so than I originally believed it would be. I am proud of how far I’ve come and anxiously look forward to my continued improvement.
There are days when I feel high. There are days when I feel low. Each day I feel like I have a shot at completing the Ironman. And each day I feel like I don’t.
All of this measuring…of distance, of time, of pounds. It often has me yearning for simpler days. Days when I used to play catch with my Dad on South Bay Drive. Looking back, those were some of the greatest days of my life. Pretending to be Roger Clemens, Wade Boggs, Mike Greenwell and Jody Reed all rolled into one. There were no heart rate zones. There were no bike-to-run bricks. There was no LT or VO2 max. Only my Dad and I playing catch.
Ironman helps me appreciate these perfect moments - trapped in my mind never to be forgotten.


