Sometimes All You Can Do Is Be Smart Enough To Stop

13 07 2011

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I can’t honestly say that my foyer into the World’s Master’s Track and Field competition has been a complete disaster, but it has been at least a learning experience. I met some amazing people who I do look forward to seeing again.

I learned first and foremost that I have been attracting some amazing friends who, like amazing friends do, see the gems in me that I am struggling to dig out.

I have learned to open up and just let things float. My conversations with teammates Tammy, David & Nyle have given me a lot of things to chew on on a lot of levels.

In the area of training and competing, they piggy-back on Ian and both the Susans with helping me see a path through and past the injuries and insanely slow process of retraining both physically and motivationally. They are also kicking me in the head (sometimes I wait for Tammy to give me a playful NCIS style head slap to get my attention, but since she has never seen the show,  it is probably a no go.) to actually cut through my coaching scar tissue and let Jim do his job.

As a coach-in-training myself, I know how frustrating it can be when a client is in their own way.The thing is is that the client has to make the changes necessary to bring out the best that is inside or it isn’t their win.

To make those changes, lifestyle and what is put into it has to change. People, events, habits, past, and viewpoint have to change to make the truly externals of diet and exercise to take root.

We all pay lip service to things. There are those who want the magic bullet of a diet pill, hooking up with someone with a lot of money, or whatever. If you know me, I tend to do things the hard way – and over think.

I now get it what Tammy was talking about with the people. There is drama everywhere and cliquey nonsense, but how many people can walk into the medical tent unable to breathe then make friends with the Safety Judge and help him keep all the male athletes hydrated, to helping out people from Russia to Mexico to Hungary without understanding any language more than Gatorade with a smile and laugh, to becoming the “mascot” of the Austrian Male Racewalk Team over a discussion of the history of Gatorade? I am about it from what I hear, but my buddy Nyle would give me a run for my money – but she was off trying to recover from her hard fought for gold medal win.

As the gang would say, it all is a different kind of hard. Tammy chased down Nyle in the race and that was a huge hard. Chasing a friend and teammate; wanting them to do well, but wanting to get gold too! I had the hard of being smart enough to stop myself so I can walk another day. Right now, I am back in the beginner’s blocks but with some baggage to have lost by the nearest airport representative!!

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It is important to know where your boundaries are so when you kick down the walls, your cheering friends know where to stand!

Thanks Lauri for shooting this photo that I would prefer not to have shot but it is a huge part of my learning process … and now I know what a Safety Judge is for!





Something *not* to read on the extended dance treadder mix

4 04 2009

Ok – so it’s now taken me 20 minutes to get back into my blog. Blown completely away that I can’t remember the password, but my brain is clouded with some icky visuals from the audio book which accompanied me for the first part of my treadder-from-hell workout.

Ok – Denver was supposed to be under snow. It’s not … it’s been spitting here in the Denver Tech Center and really windy. What has been interesting has been the amount of ice. Water has been flooding down the small hill of the parking area and has turned to ice around my and another person’s car tires. I dumped down a couple of layers of ice melt, but it didn’t really bode well … so instead of at least going down to the Englewood Rec Center for an afternoon of waddling around and around the indoor track and cooling off my leg in the pool … turned into 7 miles on an aging treadmill here at the apartment complex.

I popped the pup on random hills with low-ish grade and something  like 12.5 minute miles. Maybe I went a bit ambitious because I’m coming off of two really nice work-outs which have made me feel like I’m coming along. This treadder is so ancient there is no place for a water bottle or CD player — yes I did say CD player. Dragged a chair over and kind of plopped the portable player on the edge … off and waddling.

I would *not* recommend listening to disc 2 of Skinny Bitchwhile on a treadmill under really any circumstances. Now, if you can’t handle curse words every few sentences, I don’t recommend the book at all … nor if you have a complete love affair with meat. The book heavily pushes the move to vegetarianism or, preferably, vegan-ism. There is some really interesting information, however. The topic for quite literally the entire 7 miles was just what animals go through during the factory slaughter process … mile after mile after mile … I grabbed my Gatorade cocktail and was my a-typical indoor sweaty mess listening to what I remember seeing some of when I would drive past the poultry processing plant in Santa Rosa on my way out to Forestville. I got a two mile reprieve when one of my neighbors came in to put money on her laundry card. I was proving that this pace at whatever the hills were doing was “conversational” … 🙂

So – there I was getting somewhat nautious on the descriptions of the book (oh please, get over “well, Lizzy, just stop listening” … I’ve been trying to get through this book for over a year and it’s the only audio book I have in the house right now) … and feeling my calf move from it’s starting level of 3 pain and move along up to my “drop dead” point of level 5.5. It took a little time to get there, which was fantastic. I’ve raced with it in 9 … but it was far from pretty. 7.5 was right before I stopped at Huntington Beach.

When it got to 5, I popped off … stretched again … went to “manual 1% grade” and after a mile I was closing in on 5.5 pain level. Nope. I’m NOT going to undo all the work I’m doing … Time to stop and try again either later this evening or just do tomorrow’s work out.

I’m bummed to an extent, but, as I’ve said before, I’m learning how to stop and then regroup without beating myself about the head and shoulders. I’ve got to finish homework anyway!

Hugs and Love – Lizzy