The Dark Side of Enthusiasm
Often when faced with a task people rush in all guns blazing with rather disastrous consequences, I am looking at you George W. Bush and Tony Blair. My task is to prepare for a Ironman.
An easy misconception to make could be that I am trying to go from zero to hero in the space of two months, far from it – I have given myself goals and milestones to reach over a two year period. My plan, which I will go into in more detail at a later date, involves half marathons, various duathlons and triathlons working towards a half Ironman then continued progress before the the big one.
So a nice well spaced and paced plan of event attack was in order. The issue was my concept of training. In my mind training is something you do not want to do (bar the exception that training in the working world is the code name of drinking every night as you are away from the office). I genuinely enjoy every-time (sic) I go out for a run, swim or bike ride. It my hurt but I love the feeling. Enthusiasm for what I love doing powers me forward.
Enthusiasm, and passion in general, has got me in trouble in the past. I most likely have the shorted, and highest PER, BUSA baskteball career in history. Stat line: 2.15 minutes 6pts, 1 assist, 2/2 3pm and a double technical foul. As proud as I am about my stat line, getting a double tech for starting a ruckus, I was not going to let some 6’8 giant post me up and throw an elbow – i am 5’10 on a good day, and never getting to play first team ball again is not great and rather disappointing thing to do.
Enthusiasm and drive pushed me to accomplish an amazing ride in difficult conditions in Mallorca, however it will stop/hold you back from accomplishing yours goals at times. The way it has held me back is waiting for my injury to mend. This weekend I was rather foolish went for a 40 mile ride with a couple of friends, nothing like easing your way back in after a bout of patellar tendonitis.
You can even look to the source of the injury and point that I would have not pushed myself so far if i did not love running (would not have said that 6 mounts ago) so dearly. Additionally, as previously mentioned I did try to run 50 miles in 7 days – not so smart and maybe a little ( a lot) rash choice.
In essence, I have to rest and think about how to better control my efforts. In addition to this, I am seeing a physio who will hopefully teach me some strengthening exercises to better prepare me for the continued body punishment I like to go through.
No running for me for a while……….swimming?