Ironman 70.3 World Championships, Mont-Tremblant

You know when you have one of those days that is disappointing in the way that you can no longer avoid confronting what in your life is not working?  Sort of like the day you know it's finally time to break off a relationship you've been avoiding breaking off because you know it's going to hurt and even though change can be invigorating, it's inevitably hard.

Mont-Tremblant was one of those days. No, I'm not breaking up with triathlon.  

There are a few things I've been avoiding facing because I know it's going to be hard and quite frankly, it's a little embarrassing to admit.  Suffice it to say, I did a poor job nurturing my body this season and Mont-Tremblant left me with no choice but to finally deal with my season of poor choices, pull up my big-girl pants and make some hard decisions.

The race itself was so much fun!  My Mom and Step-Dad traveled with me, and we had a blast!  Our condo was just a few blocks away, making it perfect for commuting to-and-fro the race venue without having to drive - yay!  Plus we were able to cook all of our meals in the comfort of our place, avoiding crowds and lines the whole time we were there.  

As usual, I was fairly nervous race morning, but looking forward to the swim!  Luckily, I was able to scrounge up a Powerbar gel before the start and everything else was pretty much dialed. Though my swim wasn't spectacular, it went by incredibly fast.  I didn't swim fast, but it felt like I did, and that's really "all that matters". 

A few days before I drove the bike course, so I knew I was going to L.O.V.E. it.  What I didn't anticipate was the draft fest.  Seriously? There had to have been 60+ people riding.  Anywho, no sense in working myself up into a French-Canadian frenzy.  I put my head down and rode my little heart out!

Once on the run, nothing felt horribly wrong, I had taken in all my fuel and was carrying my fuel on the run, but it was not happening.  I knew I needed a big run, well w/n my ability, but the day ended up being survival mode.  Just keep moving forward.  That's what I did.  Every kilometer I tried to push my pace, but by the next marker I had slowed significantly.  Never-the-less, I kept "tri-ing" to find that pace rhythm and pace I knew was in me, my body wasn't going to go there.  

Like I said earlier.  Point taken. Lesson learned. My body didn't respond because I had treated it poorly all year.  Before Lake Stevens I made quite a few changes and it worked amazingly! Between Lake Stevens and Mont-Tremblant I was tired, busy and didn't take the time to maintain those changes.   Just as I had not taken the time ALL YEAR.  I'm done making excuses, I'm tired of sabotaging myself.  

Here's to change, growth and learning lessons the hard way.