Racing Motivation & Bolognese that you can’t eat. Sorry.

I’m not one to be sentimental about anything. Ever. Sad movies make me laugh. Im always like “Psh they’re so dramatic. I’m glad I’m not that ridiculous. Im so tough. Give me my crossbow so I can go kill breakfast.”

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Yup, not exaggerating at all.

But yesterday morning was different. Maybe it was just because it was a rest day and I can’t cope on rest days.

My iPhone calendar alert went off telling me that it was 24 hours until I would be crossing the finish line… and I think I may have shed a tear.

*queue the Schindler’s List soundtrack*

Now I know I’m a very fortunate person for many reasons — too many to name —  but I went through a lengthy time of feeling weak and abnormal (due to Celiacs) and it was frankly depressing. Triathlons were a pipe dream.  It was awful being sick every day and wanting to run, but turning around at the top of the street because I thought I would pass out since nothing had stayed in my system for days, if not weeks. Being treated like I was anorexic by doctors and friends really didn’t help my attitude much.

You know the story- it’s your typical “indigestion-to-riches-fairy-tale.” All of us bloggers have one.

Simply because I’m stubborn and don’t like to look weak, I kept experimenting with eating healthy until I made it a day without being sick. That took a while. Next I started to workout — no cardio, I didn’t weigh enough for that — but I did lots of strength training. Then I gained weight and I started to get stronger. Maybe even not just stronger than I used to be, but stronger than a lot of healthy people are.

And so I got a road bike. And I also ran.

And life went on like that for a while.

A few months ago, it dawned on me that I had a shot at doing this now. And so I paid the expensive triathlon fee and signed up.

And now here I am- writing on my own fitness blog, working out daily, eating healthy (and keeping it down), and getting ready to race.

You see, this triathlon for me doesn’t only represent tackling a few months of a hard training plan, it goes back years before that. This represents overcoming numerous diet, stress, strength, and life issues.

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It was all worth it for many reasons, one of them being that it makes this race so much more special for me. 

But enough of my bolognese. I can only be like that for so long.

So, it’s really easy for me to feel motivated because this is so meaningful for me, right? WRONG.

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It takes daily encouragement, so I thought I’d share some of that with you. Some of it’s really motivating and some of it’s just distracting because sometimes I have the attention span of an 8 year old boy and need to be entertained.

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Enjoy! I’ll be back later with a recap of the race.

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