Just rollin' with the open hand slaps. No real punches. I don't have cancer and no one has died yet so I won't complain. My motivation has been crazy high and all I think about during my practice for running and biking is Leadman next year. This year's edition is coming up next week. I get twinges of regret that I'm not in it but I've become quite adept at crushing regret up in to a little ball and swallowing it where it sits in my gut for future fuel. It's better than fat really... I could run across the entire world (maybe even the whole county) on just that. But really it's good for me to sit it out and I fully plan on sitting out the entire year in terms of racing. Absence makes the heart grow fonder (they say) and since I hate racing I need all the fonderness I can get. And so I'll wait. Mt Evans (which was last Saturday) 2014 is my next planned race. 52 weeks. 365 days or 730 hours of training. I'm giddy already.
I'm also coaching a fairly high percentage of the entire Leadman field so I'll be plenty busy and I want to focus my energy on them. I expect the next 7 weeks to be pretty brutal for me. As a coach it's very difficult to see an athlete fail. The reality is that it's possible that not all my athletes will finish. I'll get to balance that with the success of others. A schizophrenic state of super high and super low (or is that bi-polar? I should know that since I'm fairly certain that I'm one of them) that I'm not looking forward to. Shit happens and shit really happens when you have to complete 5 races in order to finish.
All is good though. I've been training but have developed a real aversion to my Garmin. I love Strava but I want my Garmin to die and go to hell, so I've been training mostly with just my old school Timex HRM/ stopwatch. MAF/ volume focused like usual for me. I've also been in the weight room consistently. I tried the battle ropes for the first time (Miss Prazak would be proud) and I can barely get my shirt over my head today. Nice.