I value your friendship. I enjoy beer. Cheesesteaks. Loud music. Company. The works. Sadly, we may not seen a lot of each other recently. That's probably because I've spent the better part of five months training for an Ironman. It's kind of a big deal. It's also a race. I'm a competitive guy. Naturally, I want to do well.
Unfortunately for both of us, the race is in less than six weeks. (Holy crap.) I've entered into the most critical period of the entire training cycle. Because it's so critical, it also needs to be the most monastic. I need to be training my hardest, eating well and recovering even better. For this reason, please don't expect to see me:
- Eating unhealthily. Nutrition is important and the regimen I'm on is strict (read: boring). On the bright side, it's working, so as much as I'd like to wolf down an entire pepperoni pizza, I've got to pass.
- Out past ten. I get up early. I train twice a day. I did the same thing yesterday. I need to repeat the same cycle tomorrow, and the day after that. I need to sleep.
- Drinking. On this swim team, we called this the dry season. I can't afford to be dehydrated or hungover, or doing what drinking usually leads to: numbers 1 and 2 above.
- Allergic to everything but grilled chicken and steamed broccoli.
- Perpetually jet-lagged from trans-Atlantic travel.
- Recovering from a recent bout of alcoholism.
Does it kind of suck to live this way? Yeah, a bit. But when I cross that finish line in Australia, it'll all have been worth it. I've come a long way in five months and there's only a little bit more to go. I'm not a jerk, I'm just in the home stretch. Bear with me a little while longer!