Thursday, May 17, 2012

Optimism and Slugging Through PT

Many of my athlete friends know the meaning of pain and suffering. We sign up for it in any way we can. We actually PAY for it. Because the moment we realize that the self-inflicted pain is gone, we feel like a superhero, overwhelmed with adrenaline and the satisfaction that we have achieved something big; A PR, qualifying time, a medal to hang on our wall. Praise from our less than superhuman friends.

If you're lucky enough to avoid injury while you're out conquering the world with your great feats, then all the better. If not, you most likely will have to pay the price of pain, unrewarded in the traditional sense, and without pomp or circumstance or any of the other usual ways that superheroes are exalted.

A friend once told me about an explorer in the 1800's who set out to cross the Antarctic from sea to sea, via the pole. Disaster struck this expedition when its ship  became trapped in ice and was slowly crushed before the party could land. Ultimately they escaped, with no lives lost, and he too, became a hero.

The explorer, known as Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton, eventually became a role model as one who, in an extreme circumstance, persevered. Somewhere in his life's journey he was quoted as saying,  “Optimism is true moral courage.”

It's easy to be an optimist when all is going well, but who you are when things fall apart is truly an eye-opening and sometimes frightening realization. To experience pain to such a degree that each day is a challenge makes it difficult if not impossible some days to remain optimistic.  To any type "A" personality who is also an athlete, it can become a difficult pill to swallow, given their goal-oriented nature.

And as if time, the metric by which all progress is measured, becomes your enemy because, well, you're not getting any younger.

Three long months of PT with no end in sight; Ironman continues to be....elusive. In the meantime, trying to be optimistic.

Monday, March 19, 2012

An Injury of Colossal Proportion

2 weeks after shoulder surgery

Who would have guessed a 30 year old ski injury would bring down my 2012 Racing Season, which was expected to be my most awesome racing season thus far. But perhaps I saw it coming.  Over the years, multiple shoulder dislocations in the gym while lifting weights, and three times in the past year while swimming. Probably more than a dozen times in the past two or three years alone. Last summer, I dislocated my shoulder in the middle of an open-water lake swim all while wearing a wetsuit. Crazy! Feb 20 I dislocated my shoulder in masters swim as a result of some minor contact with another swimmer in my lane (second time in a month). 15 people who responded to a "Code Yellow" didn't know how to put it back in so I had to do it myself. Again. Suddenly the mass start at Ironman Florida seemed like a pretty scary and impossible proposition, considering my apparently worsening and delicate condition. Shoulder surgery was two weeks ago, doc pretty much found my ligaments "shredded" 'and labrum nowhere it was supposed to be.  I am told at least a six month rehab. Given all the anxiety I was feeling about an ocean swim and now as I recover from shoulder surgery gives me new hope to find my perfect location for my first Ironman distance race. Lake Placid 2013, Challenge Roth (Germany) maybe. There's a good chance I can salvage the second half of my racing season so long as it does not include swimming. For now, I remain bruised but not undeterred.  And unfortunately Ironman will have to wait.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Check out our triathlon club's year end video! Awesome!

Time for Ironman

July 17, 2011, after having completed my first Half Ironman race in Racine, was the day I declared at the finish line, "That was the most difficult thing I have ever done" and "I'll never do an Ironman". Somehow I forgot those words and on November 6 I found myself  poised and ready to push the button to claim one of very few spots that were available online for Ironman Florida 2012. The race sold out in 16 minutes, and yours truly had no problem getting a coveted spot. Destiny! Nearly three months later, I find myself preparing for the day I will swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles, and run 26.2 miles in Panama City, Florida on November 3, 2012. It has been roughly six years since I began to wonder if I could do an Ironman. My time has finally come!  So I am praying to the triathlon gods, for no injuries, a great racing season, and to make it across that finish line in November!

BTW, meet Eli, my new climbing companion who will help me navigate the beautiful but challenging mountains of Western North Carolina. Trek Madone 4.5 WSD triple. Named after Eli Manning, Super Bowl MVP and who helped me win my football pool and purchase a new road bike! Let's roll!