Progress takes many forms-this last week, it took the form of a person who reminds me of a female version of Yoda.
God only knows that I don’t know what I am doing. I knew that I needed a guide/mentor/coach. On a recent visit to the needler, I asked some people in the nearby bike shop for any referrals for duathlon/triathlon coaches. From this, I met Sharon.
Enter Yoda into battle. Yoda walks in with a cane or a limp, and he speaks softly. Then, he takes out his light saber and makes meat loaf out of whatever is in his way.
My coach is a she-what is up with all these women in my exercise life? She’s 70 years old, and has been doing triathlons since I was a junior in high school. To ground people, that means before the Internet, cell phones, bar code scanners, CDs and the like. That is right-she ran triathlons when I was listening to 8 track tapes and dreaming of pretty girls with real big hair. She has competed in and won races like the one I have been training for and has been to World’s even.
She gave me some quick insight-miles matter most, now. She wants me to do some 50 mile rides and give her my logs to review and create plans for me. She is working with a guy who is 77 years old and preparing to do his 6th iron-man competition. Makes all our efforts seem small.
She got immediate Respect, with a capital R.
Doing my first group bike ride tomorrow night.
This may be my last entry for a while. Even before I qualified for Nationals, I committed to being a dad. I am taking my son on a trip to MN and back, and I will be out of technology for 15 days. What a good thing! Facebook, may happen. Blogging-probably not.
When I return it will be hardcore preparation. I am going to add Power Yoga to the mix and commit to 120 miles a week of cycling. That is what I am worst at and it needs attention to improve.