Home again, Home again. We're back from the mainland, well rested, with all the cracks full of game hens, turkey, and carrot parsnip pie.
Thanks you game hens, turkey, and parsnip carrot pie. You made meals most delicious, filling in this December's cereal and soy milk cracks.
Thank you to our gracious hosts, cooks, and company. You made the holiday most comfortable.
Thank you for the nice drive & ride. Thank you for the warm bed. Thank you for the nice music. Thank you for the delicious dinner. Thank you for the nutritious conversation. Thank you for the sleep in. Thank you for the phone's off button. Thank you for the granola. Thank you for the walk. Thank you for the snacks. Thank you for vegetables. Thank you for the warm clothes. Thank you for more nutritious conversation. Thank you for the drink of sparkly water. Thank you for the lights. Thank you for the tea. Thank you for the walk. Thank you for teaching me new games. Thank you for the nice drive & ride. Thank you for the sunshine.
Amidst the perfect chaos everything stops. I find myself riding home from swim #2 along Blanshard street.
The wind is blowing the right direction, perhaps with a little help from the slow leak in my back tire.
Lights change, cars drive, and commuters fly. I'm smiling with the the comforting knowledge that there's just one more to go. Just one more swim before 2 days of rest. Complete rest. The most restful kind of rest.
A little darker, then suddenly light as the sun begins to set. One more spectacular glimpse, before she decides it time for bed.
Despite mostly thoughtfully provoked resistance, some lessons seem to resurface time and time again. Whether it be through our own intuition, coaches input, or friends concern, these are the ones which seem to have the greatest influence on change in habit. They are after all, just that which we are learning to let go.
Let go of the resistance, let go of the habit.
This time around, it's feeling good about feeling great.
Is it ok to feel great? Am I allowed to feel good? Can I feel good about feeling great?
The answer is an unwavering YES!
What does it feel like to race? It's easy! Let go & make yourself comfortable.
Now it's time to feel the air move a little faster. What's beyond? What comes next? There must be something. Have an adventure. Go see what's next. Just remember it'sgood to feel great!
Double swim, double nap, night ride, and a super cool reflecto vest.
I have discovered the night ride. We used to roller ski in the dark all through the fall, so with 6 sleeps until this years Winter Solstice, I'm back to the night ride.
Rollers are awesome, trainers are great, but night rides are the ultimate. They're especially ultimate when it's raining. The ultimate factor grows even more when you throw in single leg drills, big ring, up hill in both directions.
That was yesterday.
Today I learned something in the pool. It's the catch and roll.
I've always heard of the catch, and perhaps even experienced it on occasion. It took me a while to learn which way to roll. Now that one's clear.
Today I realized that as you catch, you begin to roll! (I think)
It sounds simple, but honestly I've been thinking about the two separately.
"Start your catch earlier! You're missing all that water!"
"Roll more! You're swimming flat!"
Ok. Catch . . . (then?) . . . (and?) . . . Roll.
I must have been told this a thousand times by very patient pairs of concerned coaching eyes. But as with everything, it takes a subjective understanding to drift through cerebellum, and settle to the cerebrum.
As you catch, begin your roll.
Those beeps are pretty far apart. What shall I do with my arms during all this time?
Did those beeps spontaneously come closer together? Still beating on 1:00.
Funny how the beeps seem closer when there's more to do.
Tic, Tic, Tic . . . The neon yellow numbers are turning over as I swing the legs. A purple sleeping bag, draped over a Holstein suit holds a layer of warm air close around the body, relaxed and ready to race.
This time it's a pairs start time trial. The plan is to go faster than fast the first K, & drop my partner. I know I race well on my own.
Tic, Tic, Tic . . . Although it's a partner start, for the next 15K, the tic is all that matters.
Each tic is only there for that tic. By the time you've thought of that tic, it's passed. It's left the present behind, evaporated into the past, leaving room for a future tic to talk.
. . . 24, 25, 26, beep, beep, beep, go.
Today this is the only tic, where the sunrise will talk this toc.