Wednesday, June 11, 2014

We've reached the annual injury low-point

Another triathlon season that started with a great deal of promise has been derailed in epic fashion by injury. I've been pretty good about remaining positive through the first three or four weeks of rehab, but recently experienced a soul-crushing bait-and-switch. I thought I was getting better, maybe even close to being able to run again, but I'm not.

So now I'm at that part of every triathlon season where I ask myself, "Why do I put myself (and especially my wife) through this time and again?" These are the feelings I seem to deal with every year, and I hate them. The highs of triathlon are sublime. I want to say they make this all worthwhile, but those eventual highs are hard to see when you're buried in frustration and self-pity. Are they really worth it?

When I signed up to do three Ironman races in one season, I knew it would be a challenge. I wanted to have an epic (and ideally successful) season while "getting Ironman out of my system" so I could happily "retire" from the grind of long-distance triathlon. Well, at least I'm accomplishing one of those goals: that "desire to retire" is currently raging out of control.

I'm going to go up to Coeur d'Alene at the end of June and do my best to enjoy myself, and I'll do the same in Boulder, assuming I race there. I'm toying with the idea of transferring my entry to Tahoe in September... but right now, I can hardly imagine extending my season another week, let alone another seven weeks.


Kristine completed AIDS/LifeCycle, a  7-day, 545-mile bike ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles... and she had an ABSOLUTE blast. She set a goal, worked hard to achieve it, and it paid off. I couldn't be more proud. She's busily drafting a ride report now, so stay tuned!